I suppose, by your coming back in this way, that you have not yet done so ?" He was standing very quietly before her with his hands behind him.
Notwithstanding her wild misgiving, she could not see that he was in any way angered by her words.

He seemed to observe her with a grave interest.
That was all.
A tremor of passion went through her.

His passivity was not to be borne.
In some curious fashion it hurt her.

She felt as though she were beating and bruising herself against bars of iron.
"Surely," she said, and her voice shook in spite of her utmost effort to control it--"surely you must see that you are asking of me more than I can possibly give.

I own that I am--nominally--your wife, but I realize now that I can never be anything more to you than that.