"She's going to stand it to me: I haven't got a farthing. And, I say, Frank, he ought to go back to those poor little wretches now. You can make him do it if you like, you know."
"I? Well, I'm an odd sort of party for such a job."
"Not a bit. He'll listen to you just because—well, because——"
"I haven't spared your feelings, Flora, don't mind mine."
"Because he knows you don't talk humbug or cant."
"You're being complimentary after all—or at any rate you're meaning to be. And you'd never see him again?"
"He'll never want to see me." She was facing Caylesham now. "I've been fond of poor old Tom. Come, you know I have? Say that for me."
"Yes, I know you have. I've reproved you for it myself."
"But he'll not want to see me—and soon I shan't want to see him either."
She looked a little distressed for a minute, then shrugged her shoulders with a laugh.