human
I don’t suppose there is a chance that I am dreaming? he said grimly in an effort to relieve a situation that was becoming hideously awkward.
gpt
You don’t happen to be an optical illusion, do you?
human
I’m quite myself, Jim. Is it such an unusual thing for a wife to come and see her husband, especially when she has much—much business to discuss? And your work—— Katherine was struggling with the growing impression that she was bungling something, though absurdly enough she did not quite know what.
gpt
You’ve worked to some purpose, Jim.
human
It’s a bit queer to have my especial kind of wife here, he said.
gpt
You see, Katherine, I had every reason to believe that you desired to eliminate me; I’d taken every step possible to assist you. I simply cannot account for you, that’s all.
human
Jim, she said suddenly, her sharp little chin raised, her cold, clear eyes searching his,
gpt
What right have you to ask that? Norval grew rigid.
human
How did you manage to get here? How did you know I was here, anyway, Katherine?
gpt
You sent a letter once with the postmark on it. Then I remembered! For awhile, I did not care. Then things became different. Jim, I must know, I have a right to know, has this girl any claim upon you? I could make nothing of her, I——
human
Good God! Have you seen her? Norval sprang a step forward.
gpt
Have you talked to her?
human
Why do you glare at me so, Jim? Of course I have seen her, talked to her. I came last night. I am staying at a house down the road. I heard that a painter by the name of Alton lived with Mam’selle Jo Morey, made pictures in a cabin in the woods; I put things together. I went to Mam’selle Morey’s, found the house empty. I came here and found the—the young girl quite at home, apparently waiting for you.
gpt
And then you talked! There was a sneer in Norval’s voice.
human
I suppose you felt it your duty to talk? What did you talk about, Katherine?