"Well, dear, now please, please don't be worried about it—when I came I thought you had sent for me."
She looked at him as if bewildered. Unable to comprehend she cried wildly:
"You thought I—Then everything is wrong! Everything!"
"No, dear," he replied firmly, "everything is right. You were fighting for a principle. Have you surrendered it?"
"No," she stammered, bewildered.
"You asked for a promise. I gave it and now I repeat it, so that is settled, isn't it?"
"Yes," she faltered.
"You said you wouldn't send for me and you haven't. Have you?"
"No."
"Then don't you see, dear, all along the line you won the victory?"