“Compassion has awakened tardily,” he said, with a laugh, which brought her eyes upon him.
“Wait a moment,” she said suddenly. “The grass on this bank is dry. Let us sit down. Now go on.”
Seated, she was still above, and her dark eyes rested on his face. He found it difficult to say what a moment before had seemed easy. “He will feel his hurt all his life.”
This time her eyebrows went up.
“Oh, no!”
“I know him,” persisted Wareham.
“So I thought. But you are mistaken. His feelings cry out, and are quickly consoled. In a year he will have forgotten them.”
“Your doctrines are convenient.”
She breathed quickly, but appeared to wait for more.
“To break off your engagement without so much as a word as to the why! To refuse even to see him! Caprice could hardly show itself more cruelly.”