human
Well, he said, trying to speak naturally,
gpt
Hubert, she began again, as though in some way his name was a shield, and went to him,
human
What's the use? he said gloomily.
gpt
It's all so obvious. The gutter Press has let itself go over me for weeks as the mysterious, self-centred Husband; the man who sacrificed his wife! I don't see why you should explain. It only makes things worse.
human
But you don't see, she answered.
gpt
The husband wasn't you, any more than people in your novels. I wrote it--wrote it just for fun (he snorted with an irony that even she observed),
human
Oh, _he_ was in it?
gpt
He promised never to tell any one, said Helena.
human
You know, we wanted money so.
gpt
Oh yes, we wanted money. Money's everything. So long as we have money, what does it matter everybody knowing you think me a selfish brute or that----?
human
Have you _got_ the book? he asked with an icy calmness, presently.
gpt
I suppose as your husband I've the right to read it?