I said I supposed he would have thought anyone else equally out of the question.
"Of course," she said. "It was pure selfishness——"
I asked what had happened to the young man.
He was in the army, but left it because it was too expensive. He went out to the Colonies—South Africa—as A.D.C. He was there now.
"Still unmarried?" I asked.
Mrs. Summer said he would never marry anyone else. He had never looked at anyone else. He was supposed, at one time, to have liked an Italian lady, but that was all nonsense.
She felt I did not believe this.
"You don't believe me," she said. "But I promise you it's true. He is that kind of man—terribly faithful; faithful and constant. You see, Jean isn't an ordinary girl. If one once loved her it would be difficult to love anyone else. She was just the same when he knew her as she is now."
"Except younger."
"She is just as beautiful now, at least she could be——"