"Unwise," said Rita, in a low voice.
"Unwise? How?"
"In the—unwisest way that a girl can be."
"You mean any less unwise than a man might be—probably the very man she is in love with?"
"You know well enough what is thought about a girl's unwisdom and the same unwisdom in a man."
"I know what is thought; but I don't think it."
"Perhaps you don't. But the world's opinion is different."
"Yes, I know it…. What is your question again? You say to me, here's a man beginning to care for a girl who has been unwise enough before she knew him to let herself believe she cared enough for another man to become his mistress. Is that it, Rita?"
"Y-yes."
"Very well. What do you wish to ask me?"