“Yes, it's all up,” said Dan hoarsely.
“No danger of a relapse?”
“What do you mean?”
“No danger of having my sympathy handed over later to Miss Pasmer for examination?”
“I guess you can speak up freely, Boardman,” said Dan, “if that's what you mean. Miss Pasmer and I are quits.”
“Well, then, I'm glad of it. She wasn't the one for you. She isn't fit for you.”
“What's the reason she isn't?” cried Dan. “She's the most beautiful and noble girl in the world, and the most conscientious, and the best—if she is unjust to me.”
“No doubt of that. I'm not attacking her, and I'm not defending you.”
“What are you doing then?”
“Simply saying that I don't believe you two would ever understand each other. You haven't got the same point of view, and you couldn't make it go. Both out of a scrape.”