‘I suppose you think I should wait for ever, on the chance of
Hugo’s wanting me some day? You don’t mind what happens to me?’
I can’t bear now to think how I spoke to George; it was as though
a devil was in me. I did not mean what I said, and I knew that
I did not mean it; I would have waited for Hugo always, if I
had thought he would want me ever; but I did not think so. That
was not George’s fault.
George said:
‘I did not mean that, Helen. You know, surely, that I did not.
Do you think I should have said all this, if I did not mind what
happened to you?
‘It is not fair to Sebright,’ he said abruptly, ‘to marry him
like this.’