"I want no explanation; there _isn't_ one." Then, to his surprise and misery, she covers her face with both her hands and bursts into tears.
"You are unkind," sobs she wildly.

"And you are not _true_.

You don't tell the truth.

You said--you _said,"_ passionately, "that you would be good to me.

That you would let me do as I liked--that I should be happy! That was why I married you! That I might be happy! And now--now----" "But to do as you liked! Tita, be reasonable." "Oh, _reasonable!_ Uncle George used to talk to me like that.