"There's nothing, you know, I wouldn't do for you." "Oh yes--I know." "There's nothing," she repeated, "in all the world." "I know.

I know.

But all the same I must go." He had got it at last.
"To be right." "To be right ?" She had echoed it in vague deprecation, but he felt it already clear for her.

"That, you see, is my only logic.

Not, out of the whole affair, to have got anything for myself." She thought.