"I've had to put up with a lot on your account; no one would notice me because of my treatment of you."
"Now you are doing what you threatened to do," said Brita. "You're striking me."
"I can't begin to tell you how mad I am at you."
She kept still.
"When I think of all I've had to stand these last few weeks—" he went on.
"But Ingmar—"
"Oh, I'm not angry about that, but at the thought of how near I came to letting you go!"
"Didn't you love me, Ingmar?"
"No, indeed."
"Not during the whole journey home?"