[It’s a shame these gestures of his aren’t sincere.]

No. ‘twould seem you had quite enjoyed yourself for the three years you spent away, mingling with man.

[A tired bitterness flashes dully in his eyes, and undercurrent of accusation running like a thread through his words. You willed me from your mind. You had no intention of returning. I waited; I waited, and for what?] I was loath to disturb you.