“Ah! Yes!” said Oldroyd slowly.
“And Glynne!”
“Whom you have just been to see, eh?”
“Yes.”
“I once knew a case,” said Oldroyd, “where two people were most tenderly attached to each other—the gentleman far more so than the lady; but they, loving as they did, were kept apart by foolish doubts and misconceptions and pride.”
“It is not true,” said Lucy sharply.
“That they were kept apart like that?”
“No; that—that—”
“The gentleman was more deeply touched than the lady? No; that part is not true. It was just the reverse.”
“And that is not true either,” said Lucy archly.