"I suppose you did, or you would not have written. And now what can I do for you?"
She leaned forward to look at him.
"Then you really have forgotten? You didn't grieve for me long! You used to say you would never leave off loving me as long as you lived."
"My dear Mrs. Benoliel," he said, "if I ever said anything so thoughtless as that, I certainly have forgotten it."
"Very well," she said; "then go!"
This straight hitting embarrassed him mortally.
"But," he said, "I've not forgotten that you and I were once friends for a little while, and I do beg you to consider me as a friend. Let me help you. You must have some need of a friend's services, or you would not have sent for me. I assure you I am entirely at your commands. Come, tell me how I can help you—"
"You can't help me at all," she said hopelessly, "nobody can now."
"I've heard—I hope you'll forgive me for saying so—I've heard that your married life has been—hasn't been—"
"My married life has been hell," she said;
