"Why not try one?"
"Oh, no!" She looked scandalized. "I never did that—before. The other was for a purpose, not because I liked it."
"I am used to your line of ratiocination. But you haven't answered my question."
"Did you ask one?"
"In the form of an assertion, yes."
"You know—the Church forbids marriage after divorce."
"Look here, Madeleine!" Holt brought his fist down on the table with such violence that she half started to her feet. "Do you mean to tell me you are going to let any more damn foolishness wreck your life a second time?"
"You must not speak of the Church in that way."
"Let that pass. I am not going to argue with you. You've argued it all out with yourself unless I'm much mistaken. Are you going to let Masters kill himself when you can save him? Are you going to condemn yourself to a miserably solitary, wandering, aimless life, in which you are no good to yourself, your Church, or any one on earth—and with a crime on your soul?"
I—I—haven't admitted to myself what I shall do. It has seemed to me that when I am free I shall simply go—"