“For a long time I've hoped this chance would come: that I might tell you how you've helped me, what you've made of me—"
Archer sat staring beneath frowning brows. He interrupted her with a laugh. "And what do you make out that you've made of me?"
She paled a little. "Of you?" "Yes: for I'm of your making much more than you ever were of mine. I'm the man who married one woman because another one told him to."
Her paleness turned to a fugitive flush. "I thought—you promised—you were not to say such things today."
"Ah—how like a woman! None of you will ever see a bad business through!"
She lowered her voice.”