Lennox bit at the cigar. "Too good for me, though. So good that she
threw me over."
Cassy put a finger through it. "She did not understand. Any girl might
have done the same."
Sombrely Lennox considered her. "Would you? You say she did not
understand. I know well enough she did not. But if you cared for a man,
would you throw him over because of a charge which you could not be sure
was true and without giving him a chance to disprove it? Would you?"
He could stand on his head, yes, but it was unfair to grill her. She
flushed.
"I don't see what that has to do with it."
"How, you don't see?"
"Isn't it obvious? Miss Austen and I move in different worlds. On any
subject our views might differ and I don't mean at all but that hers
would be superior."
"There can be but one view of what's square."
"I am sure she meant to be."
Unconcernedly, Lennox smiled. The smile lit his face. From sombre it
became radiant.
"That's all very well. The point is what you would think. Would you
think it square to throw a man over as she threw me?"