"But you don't, you don't see, dear," Amory replied, still smiling. "That would be to be false to everything. It would be an admission. Think how all those people who have been so hideously wrong would instantly be sure they'd been perfectly right all the time! Why, it might just as well have been so!... No, Cosimo, that would be mere weakness--yielding to pressure, and an acknowledgment of that very opinion we hate so. We can't be on both sides at once, Cosimo. Either we've been right or we've been wrong, and I know which _I_ think we've been. Don't you see _yet_, dear, what it meant when I kissed the Antinöus? It meant that I removed myself _away_ from all that!... Really, Cosimo, I think you are almost dull enough sometimes to marry!" "But--but--lots of the League people _are_ married----" said Cosimo, bewildered. "Ah, but they aren't you and me, Cosimo! They haven't our perfect friendship. Besides, I'm _ra_ther proud, you know. I don't think I could ever accept a man who merely thought he was under an obligation to marry me. You never asked me before, and you were quite right, just as you're quite wrong in this. If you really want an answer, it's--No. And if you want to know whether you've got to behave one bit differently because of this--well, that's No too. I admit I was angry, but now that I've talked it over I find it really rather amusing. It's quite funny, in fact, coming from Dorothy, after you know what. There are Dorothy's ideas, and there are mine, and I do sometimes think that if Dorothy thinks a thing right that's almost enough in itself to make it wrong for me. I hope you see _now_, Cosimo?"