'I always wondered why you told me the story,' she continued.

'You felt that I had a right to know, I remember.
And you felt bound to tell me.

It's clear enough now why you felt bound.
You had found out, I suppose, that my husband knew--' She stopped suddenly, as though some new thought had flashed into her mind.

'And I came here to give up everything--just for your sake.

Oh, suppose that I hadn't found you out!' She stooped and picked up from the floor the torn pages of the _Meteor_.
She folded them carefully and then moved towards the door.