He was silent for some minutes, listening to the wind blowing over the hoarse, dark sea.
“And you never really intended to belong to ME?”he said.
“Yes, I do belong to you,” she answered.
“No,” he said; “because you don’t want to be divorced.”
It was a knot they could not untie, so they left it, took what they could get, and what they could not attain they ignored.
“I consider you treated Baxter rottenly,” he said another time.
He half-expected Clara to answer him, as his mother would: “You consider your own affairs, and don’t know so much about other people’s.” But she took him seriously, almost to his own surprise.