"It isn't in me now. It's gone clean out of me. I shall never want that sort of thing again."
"I know that." He said it almost irritably. "I mean I shouldn't have thought you could have cared for a brute like that…. But the brutes women do care for …"
"I suppose I did care. But I don't feel as if I'd cared. I don't feel as if it had ever really happened. I can't believe it did. You see, I've forgotten such a lot of it. I couldn't have believed that once, that you could go and do a thing like that and forget about it. You'd have thought you'd remember it as long as you lived."
"You couldn't live if you remembered…."
"Oh, John, do you think it was as horrible as all that?"
His face moved, flashed into sudden passion.
"I think he was as horrible as that. He makes it horrible—inconceivably horrible."
"But—he wasn't."
"You've told me. He was cruel to you. And he lied and funked."
"It wasn't like him—it wasn't like him to lie and funk. It was my fault. I made the poor thing jumpy. I let him run such whopping risks. The horrible thing is thinking what I made him."