"When I asked you, you said neither yes nor no. So I thought you would certainly say yes."
Yevsey did not understand. He tried not to meet her look.
"Why?" he queried again.
"It must be because I consider you a good man. I trust you."
"You mustn't trust," said Yevsey.
"Well, enough nonsense, you must."
"And suppose you've been mistaken?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, what of it?" After a pause she added calmly, "Not to believe a man means not to respect him. It means to think him beforehand a liar, an ugly person. Is that possible?"
"That's what is necessary," mumbled Yevsey.