She said: “I have had weeks and months and years to think. I have had
nothing else to do, since the summer of 1919. Sometimes I think I have
spoiled Noel’s life. But he finished mine.”
I said, “No doubt that’s true. I met him years after all that. Can you
tell me what it has to do with me?”
“Yes,” she said, “I’m getting to all that. Granted that I loved someone
else, when Noel came back from the war. He ended that for me, too.”