"Carlia, I have long since forgiven you."
"Oh, of my little foolish ways, of course; but, Dorian, you don't know—"
"But, Carlia, I do know. And I tell you that I have forgiven you."
"The terrible thing about me?"
"The unfortunate thing and the great sorrow which has come to you, and the suffering—yes, Carlia, I know."
"I can't understand your saying that."
"But I understand."
"Who told you?"
"Mrs. Whitman."
"Have you been there?"