so that you can forget me again.”

“What am I to remember about you?” said Brangwen.

“I want you to know there is somebody there besides yourself.”

“Well, don't I know it?”

“You come to me as if it was for nothing, as if I was nothing there. When Paul came to me, I was something to him — a woman, I was.

To you I am nothing — it is like cattle — or nothing — — ”

“You make me feel as if I was nothing,” he said.

They were silent. She sat watching him. He could not move, his soul was seething and chaotic. She turned to her