“Suppose you had never married,” he said, as they drew near to the city, “how would you have lived, do you think?”
“Perhaps for my singing, at first,” she answered.
“And afterwards?”
“Afterwards? Very quietly, I think.”
“You won’t tell me.”
“I don’t know for certain, and what does it matter? I have married. If I hadn’t, perhaps I should have been very selfish and thought myself very self-sacrificing.”
“I wonder in what way selfish.”
“There are so many ways. I heard a sermon once on a foggy night in London.”
“Ah—that evening I called on you.”
“I didn’t say so. It made me understand egoism better than I had understood it before. Perhaps it’s the unpardonable sin.”