"You do not care to tell me where you got it."
"No," said I; "I will not tell you where I got it."
"Why?"
"Because that would involve another woman."
"Involve another woman? Do you think, then, that on this one day of her life, a girl likes to think of her—her lover—as involved with any other woman? Ah, you made me begin to think. I could not help the chill that came on my heart. Marry you?—I could not! I never could, now."
"Yet you had decided—you had told me—it was agreed—"
"I had decided on facts as I thought they were. Other facts came before you arrived. Sir, you do me a very great compliment."
"But you loved me once," I said banally.
"I do not consider it fair to mention that now."
"I never loved that other woman. I had never seen her more than once. You do not know her."