going to take you back to wherever you came from." "You don't know where
I came from. You don't know why I've come." There was the throb of all
disaster in her voice. His instinct heard it. But his intelligence
refused to hear. It went on reasoning with her who was unreasonable. "I
don't know," it said, "why you want to stick here. It won't do either of
us any good." "Has it began?" she said. "Can't anything stop it?" "Yes.
You can stop it if you stay here all night. If you want it to go right
you must keep away. It's madness your coming here at this time of night.
I can't think why you--I should have thought you'd have known--" "Oh,
Ranny, don't be hard on me." "I'm not hard on you. You're hard on
yourself. You want a divorce and I want it. Don't you know we sha'n't
get it--if--" "But I _don't_ want it--I don't indeed." "What's that?" "I
don't want it. I didn't know you were divorcing me. I never thought
you'd go and do it after all these years." "Rot! You knew I was going to
do it the minute I had the money." "You don't understand. I've come to
ask you if you'll forgive me--and take me back." "I forgave you long
ago. But I can't take you back. You know _that_ well enough." She made
as if she had not heard him. "I'll be good, Ranny. I _want_ to be good."
He also made as if he had not heard. "Why do you want me to take you
back?" "That's why. So as I can be good. Father's turned me out, Ranny."
"Your father?" "I went to him first. I didn't think I'd any right to
come to you--after I'd served you like I did." "Oh, never mind how you
served me. What's Mercier been doing?" "He's g
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