Molly put her hand upon hers and nodded.
“Certainly, my dear; it was the only thing to do with a man like that. You explained once, and once is enough, for one night, surely. Forget him now and be happy again.”
“Don’t let us talk about it any more,” said Rosina, feeling bitterly that Molly lightly demanded oblivion of her when all her inclinations were towards tears.
They drove some distance in silence, and then Rosina said slowly:
“Do you suppose that I shall ever see him again now?”
“Yes, if you want to. One always sees the men again that one wants to see again.”
“Are you sure?”
“I never knew it to fail.”
“How does that happen?”
“I don’t know why it is, but it always does happen. Effect of mental telepathy, perhaps. The man knows that he is to be given another chance, and comes to get it, I fancy.”