“Did you wish me to tell you?” she asked, gently. “I thought I needn’t.”
“Yes, do,” he urged. “You thought I was wrong?”
“Yes,” she assented.
“Then you ought to say, in so many words, ‘I forgive you.’”
He waited, but she would not speak.
“Why can’t you say that?”
She did not answer, but after a while she said, “I think what I did was a good reason for”—
“My being in the wrong? Then why did you do it? Can’t you tell me that?”
“Not—now.”
“Some time?”