Hilda
(Poignantly)
If I will let you! Why, Will, I must understand; I must.
White
Perhaps it will be difficult at first—with your standards.
Hilda
But my standards were yours, Will. You gave them to me. You taught me. You took a young girl who loved you. You showed her the truth, and she followed you and has followed you gladly through hard years of struggle and poverty because of those ideals. And now you talk of my standards! Will, don’t you see, I must understand?
White
Dear, standards are relative things; they differ with circumstance.