"What made you think it?"
"I saw her there."
"You saw her? You thought that, and yet—you would have let me come back to you?"
"Yes. I thought that."
As he stood before her, shamed, and uncertain, and unhappy, the new soul that had been born in her pleaded for him and assured her of his innocence.
"But," she said again, "I do not think it now."
"You—you don't believe it?"
"No. I believe in you."
"You believe in me? After everything?"
"After everything."