He turned to me quickly.
"And you think that?"
"I care enough," I said, "so that nothing else matters—not even the hurt to you."
"Do you care so much that no argument will change you?"
I think Lucy and I must both have smiled at him.
"No pressure of opposition?"
"Caring is supposed to thrive on opposition, isn't it?" said I.
"In short," said John, "if I refuse to be divorced you care enough to run away together into social ostracism?"
Lucy smiled at me and I smiled back at her. And at that Fulton's calmness left him for a moment.
"My God," he cried, "I am up against it."