“Oh, yes,” Emma said, quietly, and she gave her friend a queer look. “Yes, everybody knows that, Lily,” she went on in a thoughtful voice. “Everybody! Yes, indeed!” She paused, then reverted to her former topic. “I just wondered how poor Henry Burnett is taking it all.”
“I haven’t any idea what you mean,” Lily said, impatiently. “I fail to see that there’s anything for him to ‘take’; and if there were, it would certainly be no affair of his. I have no responsibilities to Mr. Burnett.”
“But you did! Weren’t you almost——”
“That may be,” Lily interrupted. “But I don’t see him any more.”
“You broke with him, Lily?”
“I did not, because there was nothing absolutely announced and definite to break. I simply decided not to waste any more of his time and mine.”
“Why?” Emma asked.
“Because I found that I had no feeling for him; none for him nor for anything else—no interest in him or in any other man alive.”
“Oh, Lily!” Emma cried; and then she sat open-mouthed and round-eyed, staring in perfect incredulity. “Oh, Lily!”
“What’s the matter?”