It was all my fault." "Your fault ?" "Yes, my fault.

Because of my horrid spine.

You see, it kept him from marrying." "Well, but--" "Well, but it couldn't have happened if he had married.

How _could_ it?
How could it have happened if you had been there?
You would have saved him." She paused on that note, a long, illuminating pause.

The note itself was a divine inspiration.