Boyd: Yes, you are angry. You are afraid. You fear for your pride. And there is but one salvation. Perfect love casteth out fear.
Hunter: How could she?—how could she? I was so happy always—that at least seemed safe.
Boyd: I was never married, but I have understood women. Or I think so. That's an old man's compliment to himself. Men use them ill.
Hunter: But they can destroy us. Look at this.
Boyd: Yes, I know. They can be wild in the wits, too. But not as you mean. And they have the better excuse, perhaps. I want you to see this, John. It is you that are in peril of sin here, not she.
Hunter: But I have done nothing but love her.
Boyd: You have accused her.
Hunter: She accused herself.
Boyd: Accused?
Hunter: Call it what you will.
Boyd: Let us call it the right thing.
Hunter: Well?
