"I think I see it all very clearly," he went on, in a low and
perfectly even voice. "You can't be happy over there now--you
can't be happy over here now. You've got other wishes, ambitions,
dreams, now, and I want you to realize them, and I want to help
you to realize them all I can--that's all."
"Jack!--" she helplessly, protestingly spoke his name in a
whisper, but that was all she could do, and he went on:
"It isn't so strange. What is strange is that I--that I didn't
foresee it all. But if I had," he added firmly, "I'd have done it
just the same--unless by doing it I've really done you more harm
than good."
"No--no--Jack!"
"I came into your world--you went into mine. What I had grown
indifferent about--you grew to care about. You grew sensitive
while I was growing callous to certain--" he was about to say
"surface things," but he checked himself--" certain things in life
that mean more to a woman than to a man. I would not have married
you as you were--I've got to be honest now--at least I thought it
necessary that you should be otherwise--and now you have gone
beyond me, and now you do not want to marry me as I am.
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