If you had known all the time that your husband, instead of being a skulker, as you thought him, was really doing splendid work for his country, you would not have listened to me for one moment, would you?
You would not have let me grow to love you ?" She clutched his hands.
"You are the dearest man in the world," she exclaimed, her lips still quivering, "but, as you say, you know the answer.

I was always in love with Henry.

It was because I loved him that I was so furious.

I liked you so much that it was mean of me ever to think of--of what so nearly happened." "So nearly happened!" he repeated, with a sudden access of the bitterest self-pity.
Once more the low, warning hoot of the motor horn, this time a little more impatient, broke the silence.

Philippa was filled with an unreasoning terror.
"You must go!" she implored.