"You said you wouldn't let your pride stand between us."
"It's not my pride. It's—it's the revelation of what you are, and what you'll stoop to do, to gain——!"
"What have I gained yet?" he asked. "Only what you choose to give me now!"
She looked at him for a moment. The little scene in
the corridor upstairs came back to her. So that was the meaning of it!
"I've taken your freedom from you. That's true. In return I've given you Blent. I did the best I could."
"Oh, do you really delude yourself like that? What you did was utter selfishness."
Harry sighed. They were not getting on prosperously.
"Very well," he said. "We'll agree on that. There's been a revelation of what I am. I don't—I distinctly don't justify myself. It was a lie, a fraud."
"Yes," said Cecily, in a low but emphatic assent.