Emil kicked a clod from the path and went on:--"I wonder whether you are really shallow-hearted, like you seem? Sometimes I think one boy does just as well as another for you. It never seems to make much difference whether it is me or Raoul Marcel or Jan Smirka. Are you really like that?""Perhaps I am. What do you want me to do? Sit round and cry all day? When I've cried until I can't cry any more, then--then Imust do something else."
"Are you sorry for me?" he persisted.
"No, I'm not. If I were big and free like you, I wouldn't let anything make me unhappy. As old Napoleon Brunot said at the fair, I wouldn't go lovering after no woman. I'd take the first train and go off and have all the fun there is.""I tried that, but it didn't do any good.
Everything reminded me. The nicer the place was, the more I wanted you." They had come to the stile and Emil pointed to it persuasively.
"Sit down a moment, I want to ask you some-thing." Marie sat down on the top step and Emil drew nearer. "Would you tell me some-thing that's none of my business if you thought it would help me out? Well, then, tell me, PLEASEtell me, why you ran away with Frank Sha-bata!"
Marie drew back. "Because I was in love with him," she said firmly.
"Really?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, indeed. Very much in love with him.
I think I was the one who suggested our run-ning away. From the first it was more my fault than his."Emil turned away his face.
"And now," Marie went on, "I've got to remember that. Frank is just the same now as he was then, only then I would see him as Iwanted him to be. I would have my own way.
And now I pay for it."
"You don't do all the paying."
"That's it. When one makes a mistake, there's no telling where it will stop. But you can go away; you can leave all this behind you.""Not everything. I can't leave you behind.