"How? What?"
"Well, what you just said, that a man ought to die rather than do what is wrong—there's faith, in the ideal of what a man is, what he ought to be.... And then you live without compromise, you don't forgive—that's faith."
"How do you know that—that I don't forgive?"
"Well, I can guess that you didn't."
"And you think that's good—not to forgive?"
"I didn't say it was good. It depends on how it works out. I said it showed faith. It means you have a standard and you can't condone an offence against it—at any cost."
"Yes, but it might be only—that I couldn't forgive an offence against me.... It might be only—pride. You see how I mean, that I've lost faith. I don't feel sure of anything."
"You've lost faith in yourself, you mean, but—"
"Oh, not only in myself—in everything else!"
"And you used to feel sure?"