'No, Mildred, I don't think you heartless—only you're not like other girls.'
No, I'm not. I've too much heart, that's been my misfortune, I should
have got on better if I had less.'
Harold had no aptitude or taste of philosophical reflections, so he merely mentioned that Alfred was living in Sutton, and hoped that Mildred would not mind meeting him.
'No, I don't mind meeting him, but he may not like to meet me. Does he ever speak of me?'
'Yes, he does sometimes…. I never knew why you threw him over. He's really a very good fellow. He has worked hard and is now making a fair income.'
'I'm glad of that…. I suppose I did treat him badly. But no worse than men treat women every day.'
'Why did you throw him over?'
'I don't know. It's so long ago. He didn't understand me. I thought I should find some one who did…. I know the world better now.'
'Would you marry him if he were to propose again?'
'I don't know, I don't know…. I don't know what I should do now.
Don't question me, Harold.'