“You will have to fight, you know. She will say that my wrong did not excuse hers. She will say that nothing excused you. She is a little goose.”
“I’ll fight.”
They had walked back to the entrance of the hotel and here they paused; there was a fitness in farewell.
“Katherine,” said Odd, “it would have been very base in you to have kept silence, and yet, in spite of that, you have been very courageous this evening.”
“You are a hideously truthful person, Peter. Why put in that damaging clause? Have I merely escaped baseness?”
“No, for you have never been finer.”
“That is true. I’ll never reach the same heights again,” and Katherine laughed.
“Understand that I understand. Your story has not absolved me.”
“There is the danger with Hilda. You must make my holocaust avail.”