"Marjory's opinion can be of no possible importance," said Harvey, secretly irritated.
"Was that why he seemed so unlike himself when he brought you in? Yes, of course—I see now. I did not understand. Harvey, you will excuse me, please. I must go to him."
Harvey rose as Hermione stood up. "Remember," he said, "my uncle claims no authority over me. He could not claim it rightly. Whether I should have acted with greater wisdom in speaking to him earlier, is a question about which there may be two opinions. You, not knowing all the circumstances of the case, hold one view. I hold the other."
Hermione's eyes met his reproachfully. "Authority—no," she said. "But he ought to have heard: he had a right to know. It was wrong not to tell him. Nothing can alter that."
"In your opinion!"
"I cannot imagine any circumstances that would make me think differently."
"Possibly not."
"Right is right, and wrong is wrong. Nothing can change wrong into right."
"Nevertheless the question does occasionally arise—What is right, and what is wrong?"
"It may always be answered."