"Oh don't, Kitty; I do."
"You needn't mind; it was only I who said them."
"Yes, you said them; but I thought them."
Then she told Kitty what had brought him there and the story that he had told her. "And, Kitty, all the time I knew he lied."
"Probably. You must take it, Lucy, all the same."
"How can I take it, when I know it comes out of his own poor little waistcoat pocket?"
"You would, if you cared enough about him."
"No. It's just because I care that I can't."
"You do care, then?"
"Yes, of course I do."