"I don't know."
"Will make some girl a fine husband."
Silence.
"I guess he has a girl, though, and will likely marry soon."
"I don't think so."
"Why?"
"Well," she said slowly. She blushed unseen and went on: "Mrs. Reynolds joked him about it, and he denied it."
"But any man would do that. They like to be modest; to appear like they have no loves. It creates sympathy. Men are sentimental, too. They like sympathy."
"Yes, I suppose so," she said slowly, thoughtfully. "But I don't think he has a girl. In my mind he is a poor lonesome fellow. Just like he has no close friends...."
He was silent now.