"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean—what should I mean? That Tommy and I are not lovers."
"Well, what then?"
"What then—?"
"Yes, what of it? I never said you were, did I? Suppose you're not, then; if you're glad, I'm glad, if you're sorry, I'm sorry. It doesn't alter our position."
"James, you don't understand!"
"What?"
"When you spoke before you thought that I was—that I had sinned.—I do consider it a sin; perhaps you'll allow me to call it so if it pleases me."
"Certainly." He smiled.
"Well, you were wrong. I haven't."