"No. Not Agaye. The limestone country…. I can't think why I never came here. My uncle used to ask me dozens of times. I suppose I funked it…. What the poor old chap must have felt like shut up in that house all those years with my aunt—"
"Please don't. I—I liked her."
"You mean you liked him and put up with her because of him. We all did that."
"She was kind to me."
"Who wouldn't be?"
"Oh, but you don't know how kind."
"Kind? Good Lord, yes. There are millions of kind people in the world.
It's possible to be kind and at the same time not entirely brainless."
"He wouldn't mind that. He wouldn't think she was brainless—"
"He wasn't in love with her—there was another woman—a girl. It was so like the dear old duffer to put it off till he was forty-five and then come a cropper over a little girl of seventeen."
"That isn't true. I knew him much better than you do. He never cared for anybody but her…. Besides, if it was true you shouldn't have told me. I've no business to know it…."