"At least we would have tried to do what seemed to make for the happiness of the most people."
"And you think I ought to live on with John, as—as his wife?"
"No, I couldn't bear that—but as his friend, Lucy, as the mother of Jock and Hurry. Oh, no," I said; "I couldn't bear it, if—if you weren't faithful to me."
"And you would be faithful to me?"
"In thought and deed."
"And we'd just be wonderful friends?"
"Lovers, too, Lucy. We couldn't help that."
And I kissed her on the forehead. And at that moment I felt very noble, and that the way of life which I had proposed was a very fine way of life, and possible of being lived.
"Then," she said, "John mustn't know. He must never know. It will always be our secret. But then Schuyler knows."
"When I tell him what we mean to do, he won't tell."