“Of course not,” said Caspar reasonably. And he sat there with his air of stiff helplessness, as if not only this were true, but there were nothing else that they might discuss.
“You see how little you gain,” she accordingly broke out—“how little comfort or satisfaction I can give you.”
“I didn’t expect you to give me much.”
“I don’t understand then why you came.”
“I came because I wanted to see you once more—even just as you are.”
“I appreciate that; but if you had waited a while, sooner or later we should have been sure to meet, and our meeting would have been pleasanter for each of us than this.”
“Waited till after you’re married? That’s just what I didn’t want to do. You’ll be different then.”
“Not very. I shall still be a great friend of yours. You’ll see.”
“That will make it all the worse,” said Mr. Goodwood grimly.
“Ah, you’re unaccommodating! I can’t promise to dislike you in order to help you to resign yourself.”