"I withdraw the proposition," said Nick. "But, I say, Wyndham!" He paused.
"Well?" Max swung round aggressively with hands in his pockets.
"Suppose the woman you loved developed that disease—would you throw her over?" Nick spoke tentatively.
Max flung back his head and stared at the ceiling. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I want to know what you are made of," replied Nick with simplicity.
Max turned and slowly walked to the window. "Yes," he said, with his back turned, "I should."
Nick was silent.
After a moment Max glanced round at him. "You wouldn't, I suppose?"
"No," said Nick.
"You would marry her regardless of the consequences?"