“CHEETAH,” she said softly, and came towards him slowly, stooping forward and looking into his eyes, “you had to come back to see your old Leopard. Your wretched Leopard. Who has rolled in the dirt. And is still yours.” “Do you want a divorce? How are we to fix things, Amanda?” “Cheetah, I will tell you how we will fix things.” She dropped upon the step below him. She laid her hands with a deliberate softness upon him, she gave a toss so that her disordered hair was a little more disordered, and brought her soft chin down to touch his knees. Her eyes implored him. “Cheetah,” she said. “You are going to forgive.” He sat rigid, meeting her eyes. “Amanda,” he said at last, “you would be astonished if I kicked you away from me and trampled over you to the door. That is what I want to do.” “Do it,” she said, and the grip of her hands tightened. “Cheetah, dear! I would love you to kill me.” “I don't want to kill you.” Her eyes dilated. “Beat me.” “And I haven't the remotest intention of making love to you,” he said, and pushed her soft face and hands away from him as if he would stand up. She caught hold of him again. “Stay with me,” she said. He made no effort to shake off her grip. He looked at the dark cloud of her hair that had ruled him so magically, and the memory of old delights made him grip a great handful almost inadvertently as he spoke. “Dear Leopard,” he said, “we humans are the most streaky of conceivable things. I thought I hated you. I do. I hate you like poison. And also I do not hate you at all.” Then abruptly he was standing over her. She rose to her knees. “Stay here, old Cheetah!” she said. “This is your house. I am your wife.” He went towards the unfastened front door. “Cheetah!” she cried with a note of despair. He halted at the door. “Amanda, I will come to-morrow. I will come in the morning, in the sober London daylight, and then we will settle things.” He stared at her, and to her amazement he smiled. He spoke as one who remarks upon a quite unexpected fact.... “Never in my life, Amanda, have I seen a human being that I wanted so little to kill.” 29 White found a fragment that might have been written within a week of those last encounters of Benham and Amanda. “The thing that astonished me most in Amanda was the change in her mental quality.