"Why not? It all seems clear to me."
"But, Lawrence, are we quite fair? Are we quite right with ourselves?"
"I try to be. I certainly try to be fair to you."
"I know. That's it. You would want me to be fair to—to every one, wouldn't you, and above all, to myself?"
"You must be that, Claire."
She did not continue at once. He waited, holding her hand very tight between his own.
"Go on, Claire."
The deep earnestness of the faith in her that rang through his words gave her courage.
"It is Howard and—and my vows to him."
Lawrence sat, his brows knit. She watched him.