"At least we know the limits—the lines we must draw. Fifteen years ago we didn't know anything, either of us. We were innocents. You were an innocent when you left me, when you married."
"When I married?"
"Yes, when you married. You were a blessed innocent, or you couldn't have done it. You married a good woman."
"I know."
"So do I. Well, I've given one or two men a pretty bad time, but you may write it on my tombstone that I never hurt another woman."
"Of course you haven't."
"And I'm not going to hurt your wife, remember."
"I'm stupid, I don't think I understand."
"Can't you understand that I'm not going to make trouble between you and her?"
"Me? And her?"