'Nonsense! I sha'n't care in the least,' said Airey.
'Then what will be the good of them to me?' He laughed. But she grew serious, saying, 'I shall care about Mr. Fricker, though.'
'Then don't ask me what I think again.'
He laughed, took a turn the length of the room, and came quickly and suddenly back to her.
'Well, is the unforgivable forgiven?' he asked, standing opposite to her.
'The unforgivable? What do you mean?' she said, with a little start of surprise. He had struck sharply across her current of thought.
'What you couldn't have forgiven Tommy, or Peggy, or anybody? What you couldn't possibly forgive me? You know.' His smile mocked her. 'My having sent the money to Fricker.'
'Oh, I'd forgotten all about it!'
'Things forgotten are things forgiven—and the other way round too. Forgiving, but not forgetting—don't you recognise the twang of hard-hearted righteousness?' He came up to her. 'It was very unforgivable—and you forgot it! Haven't you stumbled on the right principle, Trix?'
She did not rise to any philosophic or general principle. She followed her feeling and gave it expression—or a hint of expression, her eyes being left to fill in the context.