"I would let you do it—if it were not for them," she said.
They looked at one another, both pale.
"Would you give up the whole moral show for me?" he demanded.
"Yes."
"You'd get a first-rate scoundrel."
"I wouldn't care if it were you."
"There's one thing," he said with a bluntness bordering on brutality, "all this is changing me into a man unfit to touch you. I warn you."
"What!"
"I tell you not to trust me!" he said almost savagely. "With heart and soul and body on fire for you—mad for you—I'm not to be trusted!"
"And I?" she faltered, deadly pale.