"You've the right to say it," he owned.
"Well, then, meet me halfway. Since you know the truth, what do you advise me to do?"
"Advise you?" he echoed.
"Precisely. Put yourself in my place. Suppose that you were in love with somebody."
He started.
"I—"
"So hard, is it? Suppose it, anyhow. Suppose yourself a human being instead of—well, say a personified canal; a human being married to another human being—the wrong one—with your love for the right one growing stronger every day. What would you do?"
"Master my passion. Preserve my self-respect."
She laughed at the trumpet note of his answer.
"You've the cocksure remedy of one who has never tried."