Other people are your confidants; you speak of me to them
as if I were purposely dragging you down into a mean condition.'
'How can you know what I say about you?'
'Isn't it true?' he asked, flashing an angry glance at her.
'It is not true. Of course I have talked to mother about our
difficulties; how could I help it?'
'And to other people.'
'Not in a way that you could find fault with.'
'In a way that makes me seem contemptible to them. You show them
that I have made you poor and unhappy, and you are glad to have
their sympathy.'
'What you mean is, that I oughtn't to see anyone. There's no
other way of avoiding such a reproach as this. So long as I don't
laugh and sing before people, and assure them that things
couldn't be more hopeful, I shall be asking for their sympathy,
and against you. I can't understand your unreasonableness.'
'I'm afraid there is very little in me that you can understand.
So long as my prospects seemed bright, you could sympathise
readily enough; as soon as ever they darkened, something came
between us. Amy, you haven't done your duty.
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