"I am. I'm afraid of your goodness."
She smiled again.
"Do you think I'm good?"
"I know you are."
"You don't know how you're hurting me."
"I've always hurt you. And I'm going to hurt you more."
"You only hurt me when you talk about my goodness. I'm not good. I never was. And I never can be, dear, if you're afraid of me. What is it that I must know?"
His voice sank.
"I've been unfaithful to you. Again."
"With whom?" she whispered.