“Yes.”
“I thought so, though I didn’t recognize you at first. I knew I had some
association with you, but it was so vague—”
“Of course.”
“Then I had no idea you were an architect.”
“How could you?”
“You see, meeting you for so short a time—”
“And practically in the dark—”
“I don’t remember that. But I had no chance to ask anything about you. I
only hoped you’d come back.”
“Oh, I couldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?”
“I should think you’d understand.”
“I don’t—considering that I asked you particularly.”
“I know you asked me particularly, but anything in life—or death—would
have been easier than to obey you.”
“What did I do to frighten you so?”
“Nothing but show me too much mercy.”
“Oh, I didn’t think anything of that.”
“Of what? Of the crime—or of the forgiveness?”
“Of the crime, of course.”