"You're a fool to say so."
"You don't believe it?"
"Nor would any other body. Least of all her husband."
"A man not soaked in earth would."
"Find him, then. Human nature isn't going to put off its garment at your bidding. If you're only half-baked—that's your misfortune, or privilege. You'll have to be judged by ordinary standards nevertheless."
"Then I must leave the land of my fathers—I must go away from Godleigh because a man misunderstands me?"
"You must go away from Godleigh because, on your own showing, you can't stop in it without the constant companionship of another man's wife."
"What a brute you'd make me! That's absolutely false in the spirit, if true in the letter. The letter killeth. You to heave such a millstone!"
"You're a poorer creature than I thought," answered Mark sternly, "much poorer. Yet even you will allow perhaps that it is to her relations with her husband, not her relations with you, that Honor Endicott must look for lasting peace—if she's to have it."
"Yet I have made her happier by coming back into her life."