She looked up at him and laughed.
"You poor old dear! I don't suppose you've got twopence in your pocket. You couldn't give it to me."
"I've got one and nine," said John. "But the point is, if I could give it you, you wouldn't take it. That's the honesty I'm talking about. From the standard at which you rate life, that's honesty, and you never depart from it. And, in a way, my standard has been much about the same--till now."
"Till now?" She echoed it in a little note of apprehension.
"Yes--till now. I thought these things were honest--now I've changed my standard, and I find them different, too."
"What do you mean?"
Her eyes looked far into his, and he stood there looking far back into hers.
"You don't love me, do you?" he said presently.
A pause preceded her answer.
"No," she said.