truth. I daren't tell a fib. I despise myself quite enough as it is.'
'What in the world for?'
'Because—because I take everything that you give me and I give you nothing in return. It's mean and selfish of me, and whenever I think of it it worries me.'
'Understand once for all then, that I can manage my own affairs, and if I choose to do anything you aren't to blame. You haven't a single thing to reproach yourself with, darling.'
'Yes, I have, and talking only makes it worse.'
'Then don't talk about it.'
'How can I help myself? If you find me alone for a minute you are always talking about it; and when you aren't you look it. You don't know how I despise myself sometimes.'
'Great goodness!' said Dick, nearly jumping to his feet. 'Speak the truth now, Maisie, if you never speak it again! Do I—does this worrying bore you?'
'No. It does not'
'You'd tell me if it did?'
'I should let you know, I think.'
'Thank you. The other thing is fatal. But you must learn to forgive a man when he's in
