"Hardly a friend."
"I know very well that men are friends when they step up and shake hands with each other. It is the same as when women kiss."
"When I see women kiss, I always think that there is deep hatred at the bottom of it."
"And there may be deep hatred between you and Mr. Crosbie for anything I know to the contrary," said Miss Demolines.
"The very deepest," said Johnny, pretending to look grave.
"Ah; then I know he is your bosom friend, and that you will tell him anything I say. What a strange history that was of his marriage!"
"So I have heard;—but he is not quite bosom friend enough with me to have told me all the particulars. I know that his wife is dead."
"Dead; oh, yes; she has been dead these two years I should say."
"Not so long as that, I should think."
"Well,—perhaps not. But it's ever so long ago;—quite long enough for him to be married again. Did you know her?"