"I don't know. I haven't seen him for a long time. I'll never see him again."
"Pat," with an air of resolute magnanimity—"if you'll tell me who it was I'll marry you anyway."
At that her pale cheeks flamed. "I'm not begging you to marry me, Monty. I'm not that cheap in the market."
"You want our engagement broken?"
"That's up to you. Absolutely. If you think, now I've told you, that you're so much better and purer than I am because I've done what I did——"
"What d'you mean, better and purer?"
"I suppose you've never had any affair with any girl——"
"Are you trying to pretend to believe that's the same thing?" His voice was incredulous, contemptuous.
"Why isn't it the same thing?"
Young Mr. Standish suffered a paralysis of scandalised amazement. "Because it isn't! For God's sake! You talk like one of those radical freaks that spout on soapboxes."