She looked up in the utmost surprise. "Not to get rid of you, Ted, of course not. I shall still keep you as my best friend."
"Thanks. You had better not try to do that. I'm told I've no talent for friendship."
"Then I suppose, after this, you'd rather I cut you, if we meet?"
"You can please yourself about that."
"You may be sure I shall. Oh, Ted, I didn't expect that from you! But it's quite right. Hit hard, I can't defend myself."
"Please don't attempt it, there's no occasion to. Only tell me one thing."
"Well?" She sat down as if wearied with this unnecessary trifling.
He paused.
"It's evident that you don't care about me. Do you care for any one else?"
"You've no right to ask me that."