"What did he do, the young man?"
"We were engaged six months ago. Meanwhile he was really engaged to another girl in his own village. She is going to have a baby this month—his baby. I didn't know of this. He never would have told me if some one hadn't gone to his village and found it all out."
"Some one? Who? A woman?"
"Yes. She thought she was helping me."
"Are you sure it's true?"
"Yes. He admitted it himself."
"Hum. Were you very much in love with him?"
"Yes, terribly."
"No, not terribly, my dear, or you'd have gone off with him whatever happened. Do you love him still?"
"I don't know. He doesn't seem to belong to me any more. It was knowing that he wasn't going to help that poor girl about her baby that came right down between us. That was cruel, and cruelty's worse than anything. He could have been cruel to me—he was sometimes, and I daresay I was to him. People generally are when they are in love with one another. But that poor girl——"