“No.”
“Was it that great tall fellow, clean shaven?”
“No, it wasn't; you'll never guess; There's no use trying. However, it is all over now.”
“Why? Did he treat you badly? Whose fault was it?”
“His. And the chances I threw away. He behaved like a beast. I had to give up keeping company with him.”
“Why?”
“Oh, I don't know. He changed very much towards me lately; he went messing about after other girls, and we had words, and I left.”
“You will make it up. Perhaps you are mistaken.”
“Mistaken—no; I found their letters in his pocket.”
“There are always rows between sweethearts; and then they kiss and make it up, and love each other the more.”