It isn't in you to take an intelligent interest in me, or in what I care for.

I've stood this sort of existence long enough.

Now I'm all through with it." She stared.

Anger, astonishment, exasperation moved her in turn.
Bitterness unlocked her lips.
"Are you expecting to take Mrs.Dysart with you to your intellectual solitude ?" "I would if I--if we cared for each other," he said, calmly seating himself.
She said, revolted: "Can't you even admit that you are in love with her?
Must I confess that I could not avoid seeing you with her in her own room--half an hour since?
Will _that_ wring the truth out of you ?" "Oh, is that what you mean ?" he said wearily.

"I believe the door was open....