"You don't know what you're saying, dear. You couldn't have been unfaithful to me."
"If I had been, would you have forgiven me?"
He looked at her a long time.
"Yes," he said simply.
"You could have forgiven me that?"
"I could have forgiven you anything."
She knew it. There was no limit to his chivalry, his charity. "Well," she said, "you have worse things to forgive me."
"What have I to forgive?"
"Everything. If I had forgiven you in the beginning, you would not have had to ask for forgiveness now."
"Perhaps not, Nancy. But that wasn't your fault."