"I haven't wanted to. And—I considered that it would not be entirely honourable."
"If it wasn't honourable before, how is it now?" demanded the keen Pat.
"I don't know that it is," he muttered. "But there's another question of honour now, a paramount question, between you and me."
"Tell me why it wouldn't be honourable to use your evidence," persisted Pat, ignoring the other issue.
"You're making it very hard. It's true that she—my wife—has been unfaithful. But that was after we had been long separated in everything but the formalities, and morally I was in no position to blame her."
"You'd been untrue to her?"
"Yes."
"With another woman. Were you very much in love with her, Cary, the other woman?" she asked wistfully.
For a moment he hesitated, too long a moment, for a flash of hateful intuition shot through Pat's quick brain. "There was more than one. There may have been a dozen. Oh, I think you're revolting!"