She caught her breath, a little quick intake.
“Would you say the same if it had been the other way about? Would you have destroyed the foundation?”
Antony was silent.
“Would you?” she insisted.
“I—I hope not,” he stammered.
“And yet you appear to think it reasonable that I should have done so.”
He could not quite understand the tone of her words.
“I think it reasonable you did not understand,” he declared. “How could you? Nobody could have understood. It was the maddest, the most inconceivable situation.”
“Possibly. Yet if the positions had been reversed, if it had been you who had failed to understand my actions, would you not still have trusted?”
“Yes,” said Antony, conviction in the syllable. He did not think to ask her how it was that she understood now. The simple fact that she did understand swept aside, made trivial every other consideration.