"You did—you did. Weren't you?"
"I must have been. But I've forgotten. It's so long ago. There's peace here, though. Why didn't we choose this place instead of Scarby?"
"I wish we had. I say—are you never going to forget that?"
"I've forgiven it. I might forget it if I could only understand."
"Understand what?"
"How you could be capable of caring for me—like that—and yet—"
"But the two things are so entirely different. It's impossible to explain to you how different. Heaven forbid that you should understand the difference."
"I understand enough to know—"
"You understand enough to know nothing. You must simply take my word for it. Besides, the one thing's an old thing, over and done with."
"Over and done with. But if the two things are so different, how can you be sure?"