"That you made me rich-that all I have is yours?"
He turned away his head, and for some time said nothing. Then at
last: "Ah, don't speak of that-that was not happy." Slowly he moved
his face toward her again, and they once more saw each other. "But for
that-but for that-!" And he paused. "I believe I ruined you," he
wailed.
She was full of the sense that he was beyond the reach of pain; he
seemed already so little of this world. But even if she had not had it
she would still have spoken, for nothing mattered now but the only
knowledge that was not pure anguish-the knowledge that they were
looking at the truth together. "He married me for the money," she
said. She wished to say everything; she was afraid he might die before
she had done so.
He gazed at her a little, and for the first time his fixed eyes
lowered their lids. But he raised them in a moment, and then, "He
was greatly in love with you," he answered.
"Yes, he was in love with me. But he wouldn't have married me if I
had been poor. I don't hurt you in saying that. How can I? I only want
you to understand. I always tried to keep you from understanding;
but that's all over.
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