Alpha Book

Try to
smile at me when you speak, Philip."
"All right. I have no reason to be bitter, anyway," he said; "and every
reason to be otherwise."
"That is not true. You tell me that I have ruined your career in the
army. I did not know I was doing it. Can you believe me?"
And, as he made no response: "I did not dream you would have to resign.
Do you believe me?"
"There is no choice," he said coldly. "Drop the subject!"
"That is brutal. I never thought--" She forced a smile and drew her
glass toward her. The straw-tinted wine slopped over and frothed on the
white skin of her arm.
"Well," she breathed, "this ghastly dinner is nearly ended."
He nodded pleasantly.
"And--Phil?"--a bit tremulous.
"What?"
"Was it all my fault? I mean in the beginning? I've wanted to ask you
that--to know your view of it. Was it?"
"No. It was mine, most of it."
"Not all--not half! We did not know how; that is the wretched
explanation of it all."
"And we could never have learned; that's the rest of the answer.


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