"That's rather queer, isn't it, if he's such a good friend?"
"I think not. Our relation is intellectual, not personal."
"Jane, you don't believe in platonic friendship, do you?"
"Certainly, between some types of men and women."
He laughed, and shook his head.
"The story is that his wife is a nervous wreck, who lives in hospitals. They say that he was deeply in love with her, that he has always been true to her."
"Yes, he would be that."
"Great chap. I'm afraid of him, myself. He doesn't think much of me, I imagine."
"We have not spoken of you," she said simply.
After their late lunch, they took a taxi to Jane's tenement. There, she told her news to Mrs. Biggs, and explained that she was taking a few things for the night, that she would come the next day to dismantle and move her belongings.