Boyd: You know it. Or she would be worth nothing of your thought or your regret. Does she love Finlay finely—as you would be loved.
Hunter: As I—
Boyd: As you would be loved?
Hunter: How can I—
Boyd: No—answer honestly. You know.
Hunter: Well—yes. What then?
Boyd: Then if she love finely, she will take her love from no man unless he is unworthy. Are you that?
Hunter: I've done all I could.
Boyd: In your heart, before this anger came, you know you've been sound, fit for a woman like Margaret to love. You know it?
Hunter: I think so. Yes, Andrew.
Boyd: Then she loves two men—
Hunter: I won't have it! I won't share—
Boyd: Boy—will you not share the sun of heaven, the beauty of the world? What arrogance is this?
Hunter: I tell you she must choose.
Boyd: Be careful—or the choice will destroy you. And it will be of your making, not hers. Remember that.
