We took a cab. I recalled what Lewis had said to me the year before: that he was constitutionally unable to get along with anyone. It was true then! He was on good terms with Teddy, Felton, Murray, because he saw them only rarely. But he would never be able to stand living together with someone for very long. He had loved me impetuously, and even now that love seemed to him a restraint. Again, a feeling of anger gripped my throat; in a way, it was comforting. 'He should have foreseen what was happening to him,' I thought. 'He shouldn't have let me get involved body and soul in this affair. And he has no right to act- the way he's acting. If I'm a burden to him, let him say so. I can go back to Paris; I'm ready to go back now.'