VERA

Ah, Jean, with all his bad luck, he had you!  Who knows what might have happened if you had not been there?

JEAN

He had me?  No, he never had me—­he made me....  And that’s why I sit all alone with the things that are Paul,—­Paul, the flame that was never lit on the altar, the sword that was never drawn from the scabbard....  We talk together, Vera.  Paul and I. We talk together, and I wait for him to tell me what to do.