The live thing to me was what you--the You of the world that you became to me--would do about her." He paused, smiling at that absurd and noble vision of Katie tumbling down the bunker.

"And when you did what you did do--it was so treacherously disarming, the quick-witted humanity, the clever tenderness of it--I loved you so for it that I just couldn't go on hating.

There's where you're a dangerous person.

How dare you--standing for the You of the world--dampen the splendid ardor of my hate ?" Katie did not let pass her chance.

"Perhaps if the Me of the world were known a little more intimately it would be less hated." He shook his head.