“No,” he answered. “It is said already. I know what you expect from me. Everything.”
“Everything,” she repeated, paused, and added much lower, “It is the very least.” He seemed to lose himself in thought.
“It is extraordinary,” he reflected half aloud, “how I dislike that man.” She leaned forward a little.
“Remember those two men are innocent,” she began.
“So am I—innocent. So is everybody in the world. Have you ever met a man or a woman that was not? They've got to take their chances all the same.”
“I expect you to be generous,” she said.
“To you?”
“Well—to me. Yes—if you like to me alone.”
“To you alone! And you know everything!” His voice dropped. “You want your happiness.”
She made an impatient movement and he saw her clench the hand that was lying on the table.