“And you won't?”
“No.”
“Is this wise?”
“It is the inevitable.”
They were silent for a little; they were both standing. The girl broke the stillness.
“I am glad you have come, because I can tell you again that I know you are innocent. I know it, because my heart repeats it a thousand times a day. I listen to the small voice and I hear nothing else.”
“You never waver—you never doubt?”
“Never.”
“You never will?”
“Never.”