"She never said a word to me about—about Mabel Thurseley."
"She never would. I'm not taking her part. But I should like my brother to be a man."
"She's never told me that you came. I can't understand your going."
He was opposite to her now. She raised her eyes to his, smiling bitterly.
"Don't try. Still, she's a woman, and my brother's—friend."
"Oh, you don't know a thing about it!"
"I said so. I know it. That's how it is with girls like me. Girls! Oh, well! If I did know, I might be able to help. I'm not your enemy, really, Godfrey."
"Everybody makes it fearfully hard for me. I—I want to keep faith, Amy."
"You're not doing it."
He threw himself into the big arm-chair that flanked the grate and its dying fire. He broke out against Winnie in a feeble peevishness: "Why did she make me do it? Any fool could have seen it would never work!"