“Well, I had and I hadn't. I'm not going to worry you about that. My offer is this: We'll just try to forget about—about Schwitter's and all the rest, and if I go back I'll take you on in the operating-room.”
“You sent me away once!”
“Well, I can ask you to come back, can't I?” He smiled at her encouragingly.
“Are you sure you understand about Max Wilson and myself?”
“I understand.”
“Don't you think you are taking a risk?”
“Every one makes mistakes now and then, and loving women have made mistakes since the world began. Most people live in glass houses, Miss Harrison. And don't make any mistake about this: people can always come back. No depth is too low. All they need is the willpower.”
He smiled down at her. She had come armed with confession. But the offer he made was too alluring. It meant reinstatement, another chance, when she had thought everything was over. After all, why should she damn herself? She would go back. She would work her finger-ends off for him. She would make it up to him in other ways. But she could not tell him and lose everything.
“Come,” he said. “Shall we go back and start over again?”
He held out his hand.