"He was a liar and a coward, Charlotte; a swine."
"I tell you he wasn't. Oh, why are we so beastly hard on each other? Everybody's got their breaking-point. I don't lie about the things he lied about; I don't funk the things he funked. But when my time comes I daresay I shall funk and lie."
"Charlotte—are you sure you don't care for him?"
"Of course I'm sure. I told you I'd forgotten all about it. This is what I shall remember all my life. Your being here, my being with you. It's the real thing."
"You wouldn't want to go back?"
"To him?"
"No. To that sort of thing."
"You mean with—just anybody?"
"I mean with—somebody you cared about. Could you do without it and go on caring?"
"Yes. If he could. If he could go on. But he wouldn't."