She covered her face with her hands and her voice broke with tears.
"Isabel—"
"You have no right to call me by my name, and I have no right to hear it, as though nothing were changed between us."
"I have not changed."
"How could you tell me! Why did you ever tell me!" she cried abruptly, grief breaking her down.
"There was a time when I did not expect to tell you. I expected to do as other men do."
"Ah, you would have deceived me!" she exclaimed, turning upon him with fresh suffering. "You would have taken advantage of my ignorance and have married me and never have let me know! And you would have called that deception love and you would have called yourself a true man!"
"But I did not do this! It was yourself who helped me to see that the beginning of morality is to stop lying and deception."
"But if you had this on your conscience already, what right had you ever to come near me?"
"I had come to love you!"