"You see by Harry's letter that although he doesn't know, his intuition is trying to tell him."
"How long's this been goin' on?"
"It just came, Schuyler, happened, was—not many days ago. We didn't see it coming, and——"
He interrupted sharply, his eyes grown suddenly cold. "I want to know if you have still a sort of right to be in this house?"
"Why—yes—I think so."
"Think—don't you know?"
He gave a harsh short laugh.
"I know what you are driving at, of course. We care about each other. If that's wrong, that's all that is wrong."
"You take a weight off me," he said, and his tone was more friendly.
"You always maintained that love was its own justification, Schuyler?"