If she still had her career it would be different. I could see her
going forward in it, certain it was the best thing for her. But her
career is over. She is to settle down as a singing teacher, plod on
patiently, watch others making for the goal that was once to be hers.
She can’t do it any more than she can fly.
If I thought that she was vicious, bad at heart, I would be certain
I ought to tell. But with all her faults she is generous, kindly and
honest. It’s her chance--the one chance that comes to all of us. Is
it my business to take it from her, to interfere, with my flaming
sword, and say, “No, this is not for you. You have committed the
woman’s unpardonable sin. If you don’t feel the proper remorse it will
be my place to punish you, to shut you out from the possibilities of
redemption. Whatever _you_ may think about it, _I_ think that you
belong in the corral with the goats and I’m going to do all in my power
to keep you there”?