Kitty said very little. But she and Barry were as much lovers now as they had been the day they married, and she understood.
"I think you're right," she commented slowly.
"I know I am," answered Nan with quiet conviction. "I feel as though all this time I had been profaning our love. Now I want to keep it quite, quite sacred—in my heart. It wouldn't make any difference even if Peter ceased to care for me. It's my caring for him that matters."
"Shall you—do you intend to see Roger?"
"No. I shall write to him to-morrow. But if he still wishes to see me after that, of course I can't refuse."
"And Peter?"
"He will have gone."
Kitty shook her head.
"No. He sails the day after to-morrow. He couldn't get a berth before."
"Then"—very softly and with a quiet radiance in her eyes—"then I will write to him to-morrow—after I've written to Roger."