"That it might be nice for both of you."
"It wouldn't be nice for either of us. Not nice at all."
"Well, then, I can only see one thing."
"I know. You're going to say I must leave off seeing her?"
"No. I don't say that."
"I do, though. If I were sure——"
"You may be sure of one thing. That she doesn't know what's the matter with her—yet. She mustn't know. If you do go and see her, you must be careful not to let her find out. I did my best to hide it, to cover it up, so that she shouldn't see."
"Your suspicion?"
"What do you think we're made of? The truth—the truth."
"If this is the truth, I mustn't, of course, go near her. But I know you're mistaken."