"Of course I behave badly; but you can't judge people by what they do.

You can't go through life measuring right and wrong with a foot-rule.

That's what you're always doing, Mary; that's what you're doing now." She saw herself in the Suffrage Office, delivering judgment, meting out right and wrong, and there seemed to her to be some justice in the charge, although it did not affect her main position.
"I'm not angry with you," she said slowly.

"I will go on seeing you, as I said I would." It was true that she had promised that much already, and it was difficult for him to say what more it was that he wanted--some intimacy, some help against the ghost of Katharine, perhaps, something that he knew he had no right to ask; and yet, as he sank into his chair and looked once more at the dying fire it seemed to him that he had been defeated, not so much by Mary as by life itself.

He felt himself thrown back to the beginning of life again, where everything has yet to be won; but in extreme youth one has an ignorant hope.