"No—you couldn't keep her. Not for yourself. But, if you could keep her from the other man, would you?"
"I dare say I should do my best."
"Would you do your worst? No, Wilfrid, you've been very good to me—I don't believe you'd do your worst."
"What do you mean," he said sharply.
"You wouldn't tell him what she was, what she had been—if he didn't know it. Would you?"
He was silent.
"Would you?" she cried.
"No, Kitty, I wouldn't do that. I'm not a cad."
He pondered.
"But my dear girl, do you suppose for a moment that he doesn't know?"