“Oh, yes, I have loved a great many people.”
“But you never loved only one so much that you could just die for him, did you?”
Blanche Elsworth was looking steadily out of the window, and she made no reply to Bessie’s random talk.
“Say, did you, now?” Bessie asked again. “Then you need not answer. I know, I know!”
“What do you know?”
“I know you love Ross, but you must not believe him.”
“Let us talk about something else, Bessie.”
“No, I won’t. I mean to talk about love—but I’m going now.”
“May I go with you?”