Cassy took another bitter-sweet. "She's that. Any one would know it."
Lennox bit at the cigar. "Too good for me, though. So good that she threw me over."
Cassy put a finger through it. "She did not understand. Any girl might have done the same."
Sombrely Lennox considered her. "Would you? You say she did not understand. I know well enough she did not. But if you cared for a man, would you throw him over because of a charge which you could not be sure was true and without giving him a chance to disprove it? Would you?"
He could stand on his head, yes, but it was unfair to grill her. She flushed.
"I don't see what that has to do with it."
"How, you don't see?"
"Isn't it obvious? Miss Austen and I move in different worlds. On any subject our views might differ and I don't mean at all but that hers would be superior."
"There can be but one view of what's square."
"I am sure she meant to be."