“Yes, you have changed. Before, I often wondered how you would turn out—you might have gone so many ways. You have been tested and you have found yourself. Only, Davy, in finding yourself, I think you have forgotten a little the way you have gone and are apt to be without much indulgence towards others.”
Now, the directness of this analysis and its point quite startled me.
“Do you think I am like that?” I said, wondering.
She nodded decisively, twice.
“And dreadfully direct. You can’t conceal what you feel.”
A memory returned, and, also, a possible explanation.
“What I said that first night hurt you?”
“Terribly.”
“You attach too much importance to a chance remark.”
“Don’t.”