"You don't understand," she said, almost sick at heart. "You didn't understand that day."
"Why, I thought I did. You wanted me--to let him go."
"Yes."
"And because I loved you, to prove that I loved you--"
"Exactly."
"Well, then, didn't I understand you?"
"No."
"Well, I confess," he leaned back helplessly, "you baffle me."
"Oh, but it wasn't a bargain," she said. Her gray eyes looked calmly into his as she told him what she knew was not accurately the truth, and she was glad of the moment because it gave her the opportunity to declare false what had so long been true to her, and, just as she had feared, true to him. She felt restored, rehabilitated in her old self-esteem, and she relished his perplexity.
"It seems inconsistent," he said.