Chapter 47

When she had recovered herself a little, they talked; Sebastian sprang up and walked about the room, for he could not endure to look at Sylvia in such ruin. “But if you really care like that,” he said, “tell George to go to hell; let him divorce you and come to me; we’ll travel, we’ll bury ourselves at Chevron; anything you like. Now that I’ve found out, I shall never doubt you again,” and he besought her, saying that happiness was not a thing to throw away for any consideration in the world. She sobbed again, even…