“That he wasn’t an idealist—a patriot?”
“Well, if he was——”
“I understand. And you’ve known it always?”
“Since before I knew you.”
“Then do you mean”—she came back to the chair beside the table—“that through all these years my standards have meant nothing to you? That you have known them to be false?”
“They aren’t false,” he said. “The standards are true enough.”
“But the man who gave them to me wasn’t?”
“Well, he didn’t live up to the code.”
“Your own code?”
“I’ve tried to hold to it.”