If you were to go away I'd still love you,
because it's the love in me that matters, not what I get for it.
Perhaps you'll make me unhappy, but anyway one will be unhappy some
of the time."
She went up to him and kissed him. "I know Caroline Smith or some
one would be very shocked if they thought I'd said such things to
you, but I can't help what they say."
He had a movement to catch her and hold her, but he kept himself
off, moved away from her, turning his back to her.
"You don't understand . . . you don't understand," he repeated.
"You know nothing about men, Maggie, and you know nothing about me.
I tell you I wouldn't be faithful to you, and I'd be drunk
sometimes, and I'd have moods for days, when I'd just sulk and not
speak to a soul. I think those moods some damned sort of religion
when I'm in them, but what they really are is bad temper. You've got
to know it, Maggie. I'd be rotten to you, however much I wanted not
to be."
"That's my own affair," she answered. "I can look after myself. And
for all the rest, I'm independent and I'll always be independent.
I'll love you whether you're good to me or bad.
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