“Good?” I cried enthusiastically; “there could not be a better woman.”
“And—and—” she faltered, moistening her dry lips, “do you think she will marry Mr Lister?”
“I am sure she will not,” I said indignantly.
“But she loved him.”
“No,” I said thoughtfully; “I don’t think she did much.”
“But he loved her.”
“Ye-es, I suppose so,” I said; “but he could not have loved her much, or he would not have behaved as he did.”
There was a pause then, during which Linny lay playing with my hand.
“Antony,” she cried suddenly, “Miss Carr will forgive him some day.”
“Forgive him!” I said. “Yes, she is so good a woman that I dare say she will forgive him, but everything is over between them now.”