"You put yourself in the wrong, you see. You must allow me to flaunt that ragged superiority. Peter, very soon after our engagement you began to dissatisfy me because I realized that I should never satisfy you. The more you knew me the more you would disapprove, and your nature could never understand mine to the extent of pardoning. Once I'd seen that, everything was up. It wouldn't do; and the knowledge grew upon me that the impossibility was emphasized by the fact that Hilda _would_ do. _I_ saw that you loved her, Peter; stupid, stupid Peter! And poor little Hilda! She was ground between two stones, wasn't she? your ignorance and my knowledge. I give you leave to offer me up as a burnt sacrifice at her altar, only don't let me hear myself crackling. Yes; I saw that you were in love with her, and that she would be in love with you if it could come--as it should have come--as I intended it to come--foolish, hasty Peter! No; no comments, please! I know everything you can say. I took precious good care of myself, no doubt; my generosity wasn't very spontaneous; perhaps I thought you'd get over it; perhaps I wanted you to get over it; perhaps even while seeing that Allan Hope would do--for I satisfy him most thoroughly--I kept a tiny indefinite corner in my motives for possible reactions; I give you leave to draw your inferences, but don't ask me to dot my i's and cross my t's too cold-bloodedly. I accepted Allan Hope on the understanding that the engagement was to be kept secret for a few months. I told Allan that you did not love me; that I did not love you; that our engagement was broken. I told him that when I saw his love for me struggling with his loyalty to you. It was the truth from my point of view; but from his, from yours, it was a lie--and own that at least I am generous in telling you! Too generous perhaps. I came back to Paris to tell you that I had discovered it wouldn't do, and to make you and Hilda happy. And, when I saw you together, both as bad as I was--at least I thought so at the time--both disloyal--I forgot my own self-scorn; I felt a right to a position I had repudiated. I _had_ to be cruel, for, Peter, I was jealous; I hated her for being the one who would satisfy you thoroughly and forever." There was silence between them. If she had satisfied him as only Hilda could satisfy him, she would not have gone to Allan perhaps. Odd with a quick throb of sympathy understood the intimation, understood both her courage and her reticence. He had seen her at her noblest, yet there was much not touched upon, far from noble. The half avowal of a disappointed love flawed her loyalty to Allan. Such love deserved disappointment and was of a doubtful quality. Peter respected her frankness but was not deceived by it. His manliness was touched by the possibility she had hinted at. He understood Katherine and he forgave her--with reservations.