"I beg your pardon—I know all this sounds like impertinent interference. But it isn't. I've been worrying about it a lot—about your marrying him. I felt you ought to know...."
"Well, I do know—and I've forgiven him."
"I'm not sure that isn't even worse than your not knowing."
She stared at him in anger and surprise.
"You say that!—you!—the man but for whom perhaps I never should have forgiven him."
Nigel gasped. "What do you mean?"
"Well, at first, as I told you, I felt I couldn't forgive him. But afterwards I remembered all you said."
"I said!"
"Yes."
"What?—When?"