Because I said
some stupid thing about Boulogne, all in joke--"
"It was not in joke when you said that troubles had come heavy on you
since you were engaged."
"A man may be allowed to know, himself, whether he was in joke or
not. I suppose the truth is you don't care about me?"
"I hope, Mr. Maule, that in time it may come--not quite to that."
"I think that you are--using me very badly. I think that you
are--behaving--falsely to me. I think that I am--very--shamefully
treated--among you. Of course I shall go. Of course I shall not stay
in this house. A man can't make a girl keep her promise. No--I won't
shake hands. I won't even say good-bye to you. Of course I shall go."
So saying he slammed the door behind him.
"If he cares for you he'll come back to you," Lady Chiltern said to
Adelaide that night, who at the moment was lying on her bed in a sad
condition, frantic with headache.
"I don't want him to come back; I will never make him go to
Boulogne."
"Don't think of it, dear."
"Not think of it! how can I help thinking of it? I shall always think
of it.
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