"No." The word was almost a whisper.
"He must have been a brute, not to have cared. Was it long ago?"
"Not very."
"Have I ever met him?"
The suggestion of an ironical smile hovered for a moment around her pale lips, then vanished. "No."
"I have no right to—to ask his name."
"No. What difference does a name make?"
"None. Could you never bring yourself to care for anyone else?"
"No," she breathed. "Oh, no!"
"And yet, with your heart as empty as mine you still have pity enough to—"