“I won’t talk to you,” cried Mary indignantly, “you don’t know any thing about it. You haven’t seen how white and thin she is! It’s just another Sue Greyson affair; and every body talks about how he flirted with her. I comforted Nan by saying that he had done the same thing before and would again.”
“Did that comfort her?”
“It made her angry. I don’t see how she can mourn over a man with a false heart, do you?”
“She would have no occasion to mourn over a man with a true heart.”
“Do you think that he changes his mind?” asked Mary anxiously.
“No, I think that he does not have any mind to change; he has no mind to flirt or not to flirt; he simply enjoys himself, not caring for the consequences.”
“H’m! What do you call that?”
“I do not call it any thing; it would be as well for you not to talk about your cousin.”
“So Gus said; I had to tell him. I’m afraid that Nan will die.”
“No, she will not. It will make her bitter, or it will make her true.”