"I should think you'd see."
"I don't. Will you be good enough to explain?"
"Is that necessary? Is this a minute in which to bandy words?"
"It's a minute in which I may be permitted to ask the meaning of your—generosity."
"It isn't generosity. I'm saying nothing new. I've come only for an answer to the question I asked you before going to South America, three months ago."
"Oh, but I thought that question had answered itself."
"Then perhaps it has—in that, whatever reply you might have given me under other conditions, now you must accept me."
"You mean, I must accept—your name."
"My name, and all that goes with it."
"How could you expect me to do that, after what happened last night?"