“Nobody knows me here; I’m always forgetting whether I’m Smith or Jones. Joe allayed all suspicions—he’s been good to me.”
“Joe is a good boy; he was always that.”
“Jean!”
He had paused in the road and the despair Joe’s name had awakened in his heart was in his cry.
“He will never let you do it—you don’t believe yourself that he will take you at your word. Won’t you give me my chance?”
“No! No!”
“You don’t love him—you don’t care for him, Jean.”
“That isn’t it—that has nothing to do with it. I treated him cruelly, heartlessly, and it’s no question now of whether I care for him or not.”
“If he’s said his last word, that means that he doesn’t care—he doesn’t realize how much you are offering him.”
“You are not just to him; he understands it—everything—and he cares—that’s what makes it so hard!”