We're miles apart--miles! We haven't a thought, an idea, in common.

And when it comes to music--to the one big thing in my life--you brush it aside as if it could be taken up or put down like a child's musical box!" Roger looked at her.

Something of her passionate pain and resentment was becoming clear to him.
"I didn't know it meant as much to you as that," he said slowly.
"It's everything to me now!" she burst out wildly.

"The only thing I have left--left of my world as I knew it." His face whitened, and a curious, strained brilliance came into his eyes.

She had touched him an the raw, roused his mad jealousy of all that had been in her life of which, he had had no share.
"The only thing you have left ?" he repeated, with a slow, dangerous inflection in his voice.