“But you saw him?”
“Yes.”
“And he never spoke to you?”
“I never looked at him.”
“You couldn’t help it. You sat just at the other side of the table.”
“I never looked at him. Did he speak to you?”
“Oh, yes. He was quite nice. Much nicer than he used to be. I thought he would have forgotten me. I never spoke to him half as much as you did. How strange that he should have forgotten you.”
“I—yes.”
“What’s that?” said another girl who had just come in.
“Oh! we’re only talking about someone Deborah used to run after.”