It's not my affair." "I beg your pardon.

It's just there that, since you've taken it up and are committed to it, it most intensely becomes yours.

You're not saving me, I take it, for your interest in myself, but for your interest in our friend.

The one's at any rate wholly dependent on the other.

You can't in honour not see me through," she wound up, "because you can't in honour not see HIM." Strange and beautiful to him was her quiet soft acuteness.