"I meant you to love me—and you did love me. I lied to you in almost everything—at first."
"About that man—was that a lie?" he asked fiercely.
"No," she laughed drearily. "That was true enough. You see, it was more effective than any lie I could have invented. No lie could have added a single horror to that story! And so I've won—as I swore I would!"
"Is that all," he said, "all the truth?"
"It's all there's any need for," she said.
"I want it all. I want to know where I am—whether I really was mad last night. Betty—in spite of all your truth I can't believe one thing. I can't believe that you don't love me."
"Man's vanity," she began, with a flippant laugh.
"Don't!" he said harshly. "How dare you try to play with me? Man's vanity! But it's your honour! I know you love me. If you didn't you would be—"
"How do you know I'm not?"