"I think you care about the man."
"I love him then."
"Ah!"
"It sounds a fearful thing spoke out naked. But truth's truth, and I'm very thankful to tell you. Don't you call it wicked nor nothing like that. It only happened a very little while—not till long, long after I dropped Johnny. But it has happened; and now I know I never loved dear Johnny a morsel."
He reflected.
"The man himself told you to go—Maynard, I mean? What was in his mind when he said that?"
"I've been wondering. It ought to have made me sad; but it hasn't. Ought it to have made me sad?"
"Has Lawrence Maynard——? What about his side?"
"I don't know—yet I do. There's some things you feel. I don't think I could have loved him if I hadn't known he loved me first. Could I?"
"He's never said it, however?"