"Have I ever been mistaken? Have I ever told you wrong?"
"Well, Julia, you're a very wise woman, and I'll admit that, when you've warned me off anybody, you've warned me for my good."
She colored. "I'm not warning you 'off' anybody now. I've warned you before for your own sake. I'm warning you this time for hers."
"I see. I see that, all right. But—you never saw a woman like her, did you? I wonder if you understand her."
"I do understand her. You can't look at her and not see that she has a profound capacity for suffering."
"I know."
Of course he knew. Hadn't he called her the Musa Dolorosa?
"Just because," said Julia, "she has imagination."
He had said good-bye and was going; but at the doorway he turned to her again.
"No," he said, "you're wrong, Julia. She's not like that."