Haven’t you sometimes noticed that is what bitterness to another means: a failure within oneself? (He goes over to chair and sits without answering.) I can think of you beaten by outside things—that sort of failure we all meet; but somehow I can never think of you failing yourself. You’ve been so brave and self-reliant: you’ve fought so hard for the truth.
White
(Tapping letter)
But he thinks he knows the truth, too.
Hilda
He’s also an intense nature.
White
(Thoughtfully after a pause)
Yet there is some truth in what he says.