"I did not."
"What ever happened, then? Was he poor, or crippled or something dreadful"
"He was rich and handsome."
"Suppose you tell me about him."
"I never talk about him to any one."
"Did it happen at the old place?"
"Yes, Julia. I never left Ryelands until I was thirty. This happened when I was sixteen."
"Was he a farmer's son in the neighborhood?"
"He was a fine city gentleman."
"Oh, aunt, how interesting! Put down your embroidery and tell me about it; you cannot see to work longer."