"A passion."
"Shared?"
"Ah thank goodness, no!"
Mrs. Dyott continued to gaze. "The object's unaware—?"
"Utterly."
Mrs. Dyott turned it over. "Are you sure?"
"Sure."
"That's what you call your decency? But isn't it," Mrs. Dyott asked, "rather his?"
"Dear no. It's only his good fortune."
Mrs. Dyott laughed. "But yours, darling—your good fortune: where does that come in?"