Why didn't you divorce me then?
Should I have cared ?" He stopped, and looked at her intently with a sort of curiosity.

What on earth did she do with herself, if she really lived quite alone?
And why had he not divorced her?
The old feeling that she had never understood him, never done him justice, bit him while he stared at her.
"Why couldn't you have made me a good wife ?" he said.
"Yes; it was a crime to marry you.

I have paid for it.

You will find some way perhaps.

You needn't mind my name, I have none to lose.