"You will not thank me for it," cautioned she, bitterly. "Sylvia says I am quixotic, impractical."
"Never mind Sylvia. Tell me what you think."
"But how can I give a just opinion? I cannot judge," she burst out as if goaded beyond her patience. "I know none of the facts. To judge the conduct of another, one must know every influence that contributed to the final catastrophe. No person but God Himself can know that."
A radiance, swift as the passage of a meteor, flashed across Stanley Heath's face and was gone.
"Suppose you yourself had taken these jewels and were placed in this dilemma?" pressed he.
"That would be entirely different."
"Why?"
"The case would not be similar at all."
"Why not?" Heath reiterated.