"No, I had not."
"You were, as you say, angry with yourself for being so weak as not to be able to do what you had planned to do."
"In a way it was like that, yes. But then I was sorry, too, you see. And maybe afraid. I'm not exactly sure now. Maybe not, either."
The Reverend McMillan shook his head. So strange! So evasive! So evil! And yet——
"But at the same time, as you say, you were angry with her for having driven you to that point."
"Yes."
"Where you were compelled to wrestle with so terrible a problem?"
"Yes."
"Tst! Tst! Tst! And so you thought of striking her."
"Yes, I did."