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 her. Don't worry about me, Dick. I shall be happy again—and she's never been happy. You'll have everything to make up to her. You can't only be her lover. Do you see?'

He did see, at last. He could never himself have found strength to put Jill out. She put herself out. He could never have found the strength with which to beat down Marthe's resistance. Jill gave her to him, Never had he and Jill been so near as in this moment when he saw at last, clearly, that they must part.