“Don’t hesitate, man; you have?”
“No, Dick, no. Of course, I’ve seen a certain young lady, and I’ve seen Rockley hanging about.”
“Well, that proves nothing, does it?”
“My dear Dick, why should I waste my breath on a man in your condition?”
“My condition, you wretched old cynic? You never knew what it was to love.”
“Wrong. I have loved, and I am in love now.”
“You? You?”
“Yes, my boy, and with a woman who cares for somebody else; but I don’t go stalking about like a tragedy hero, and rolling my eyes and cursing the whole world. If I cannot have the moon, I shall not cry for it.”
“Hist! There goes Rockley.”
“Well, let him go.”