"Was that why you broke it off?"
"I didn't break it off. Jack did."
"You mean he didn't like your coming here to me?"
"No. It wasn't that. He just knew--well, he knew I couldn't marry him. Jack is a dear. He always sees things without being told."
"And I don't see things until they are rammed into my darn fool eyes. Is that it?"
Sylvia acknowledged that that seemed to be a fair statement of the case.
"You tried to show me a thing or two last winter?"
"Yes."
"And when I wouldn't look, you cut me good and proper as I deserved and got engaged to Jack?"
Sylvia nodded.