The engineer breathed deep.
"Ah," he said. "I'd ha gone."
"Then you'd have done wrong."
"Happen so," stubbornly. "I'd ha gone though—knowing what I know now."
"What's that?"
"What loov is."
The Colonel paused.
"She'd never have forgiven you," he said at last.
"What for?"
"For taking advantage of her hot fit."