“Why should I believe you?”
“Simply because I ask you to.”
She looked out of the carriage window away from him.
“I believed in you once, Mr. Gallatin.”
He bowed his head.
“Even that is something,” he said. “You wouldn’t have believed in me then if instinct had forbidden it. I am the same person you once believed in.”
“My judgment was at fault. I dislike you intensely.”
“I won’t believe it.”
“You must. You did me an injury that nothing can repair.”