'My sins! I'm kept awake at night by the thought of yours.'
'Your conscience is too sensitive. Mine are but peccadillos.'
'You say that because you've no sense of moral proportion. Are cruelty and dissimulation pecadillos?'
'They may be even virtues. It all depends. Discipline and reserve!'
'I'll forgive you everything if you'll tell me your name.'
'Oh, I have debts, as well as you.'
'What have debts to do with the question?'
'I owe something to my reputation.'
'If we're going to consider our reputations, what of mine?'
'Yours has preceded you into the country,' she said, and drew from her pocket a small, thin volume, bound in grey cloth, with a gilt design.