"Yes, it was right."
"Was it legal?"
"N-no."
"Ah!" She was silent a moment. "What is it called?"
"What?"
"You know very well--our crime. I must know the worst. I must know just how bad I am."
"You wish to have it labeled, classified, as Doctor Tilson would have it?"
"Yes, tell me."
"I believe," said Marriott looking away and biting his upper lip, "that it's called compounding a felony, or something of that sort."
He was silent and she was silent. Then he spoke again.