"If she was heartless, he may have been well rid of her, as I said before."
"At what a cost! His first faith shattered, poor boy. You remember what that nurse told me about him."
"I remember perfectly, but I should think both Clarence Isbister and the girl he married would very much rather have it forgotten."
"I don't forget easily, Julian."
"Then in kindness to Clarence, I should advise you to keep your recollections to yourself. I doubt if he would thank you or anyone else for reminding the world that he ever saw fit to beat a tattoo with his head on the walls of his nursing-home for the sake of a young woman whom he afterwards forgot all about."
"We can never tell that. Certain wounds do not heal, although they may be hidden from sight."
"Then I'm sorry for Mrs. Clarence."
"I wonder if Miss Marchrose knows that he has married," said Edna, rather viciously.
"I wish you would not take it for granted that this is the same woman," said Julian irritably.
Edna laid two fingers upon his sleeve in a manner designed to emphasise her words.