She told me to go my own way and leave her alone." Edith sighed.
"It is very unfortunate," she declared, "that you were not able to convince her." "Is it ?" he replied.

"I tried my best, and when I had failed I was glad." She raised her eyes for a moment but she shook her head.
"I am afraid that it doesn't make any difference, does it?
"Why not?
It makes all the difference," he insisted.
"My dear Mr.Burton," she expostulated, making room for him to sit down beside her, "I cannot possibly allow you to make love to me because your wife refuses to swallow a bean!" "But she threw them out of the window!" he persisted.

"She understood quite well what she was doing.

Her action was entirely symbolical.

She declared for Garden Green and the vulgar life." For a girl who lived in an old-fashioned garden, and who seemed herself to be part of a fairy story, Edith certainly took a practical view of the situation.
"I am afraid," she murmured, "that the Divorce Courts have no jurisdiction over your case.