He paused midway toward the bell and turned on her. "Then may I ask--?" "Yes," she interrupted him. "I came here because I wanted to see you. There is something I must tell you." Arment continued to scrutinize her. "I am surprised at that," he said. "I should have supposed that any communication you may wish to make could have been made through our lawyers." "Our lawyers!" She burst into a little laugh. "I don't think they could help me--this time." Arment's face took on a barricaded look. "If there is any question of help--of course--" It struck her, whimsically, that she had seen that look when some shabby devil called with a subscription-book. Perhaps he thought she wanted him to put his name down for so much in sympathy--or even in money... The thought made her laugh again. She saw his look change slowly to perplexity. All his facial changes were slow, and she remembered, suddenly, how it had once diverted her to shift that lumbering scenery with a word. For the first time it struck her that she had been cruel. "There _is_ a question of help," she said in a softer key: "you can help me; but only by listening... I want to tell you something..." Arment's resistance was not yielding. "Would it not be easier to--write?" he suggested. She shook her head. "There is no time to write...and it won't take long." She raised her head and their eyes met. "My husband has left me," she said. "Westall--?" he stammered, reddening again. "Yes. This morning. Just as I left you. Because he was tired of me." The words, uttered scarcely above a whisper, seemed to dilate to the limit of the room. Arment looked toward the door; then his embarrassed glance returned to Julia. "I am very sorry," he said awkwardly. "Thank you," she murmured. "But I don't see--" "No--but you will--in a moment. Won't you listen to me? Please!" Instinctively she had shifted her position putting herself between him and the door. "It happened this morning," she went on in short breathless phrases. "I never suspected anything--I thought we were--perfectly happy... Suddenly he told me he was tired of me... there is a girl he likes better... He has gone to her..." As she spoke, the lurking anguish rose upon her, possessing her once more to the exclusion of every other emotion. Her eyes ached, her throat swelled with it, and two painful tears burnt a way down her face. Arment's constraint was increasing visibly. "This--this is very unfortunate," he began. "But I should say the law--" "The law?" she echoed ironically. "When he asks for his freedom?" "You are not obliged to give it." "You were not obliged to give me mine--but you did." He made a protesting gesture.