'Was—is it ended?'
'Yes—for ever.'
'Thank God for that! Did you think you loved him?' asked Hawkey with a grin.
'I believe that I did—or ought—I was so silly—so simple—so——'
'There—there—I don't want to worry you.'
'But he loves me, I know that,' said Annot in a low voice—true to her vanity still.
'That I can well believe—who could see you and not love you?' said Hawkey gallantly.
'I could never marry a poor man,' said Annot candidly.
'Well—he is poor enough.'
'And live on, eating my heart out in struggles such as some I have seen,' continued Annot as if to herself.