"I won't ask you to wait for me. I'm perfectly willing to release you from your engagement if you like. It seems only fair to you."
"You care a lot, don't you, about what's fair to me? I believe you'd take the bread out of my mouth to give it to her."
"I would, Flossie, if it was her bread. That money doesn't belong to you or me; it belongs to Miss Harden."
"It seems to me," said Flossie, "that everything belongs to her. I'm sure you've as good as told me so."
"I've certainly given you some right to think so. But that has nothing to do with it; and we agreed that we were going to let it alone, didn't we?"
"It wasn't me that brought it up again, it was you; and it's got everything to do with it. You wouldn't have behaved like this, and you wouldn't be sitting there talking about what's honourable, if it hadn't been for Miss Harden."
"That may very well be. But it doesn't mean what you think it does. It means that before I knew Miss Harden I didn't know or care very much about what's honourable. She taught me to care. I wasn't fit to speak to a decent woman before I knew her. She made me decent."
"Did she sit up half the night with you to do it?".
He made a gesture of miserable impatience.
"You needn't tell me. I can see her."