“Of course, I knew there was.”
“There is.”
“Oh.”
“But it is quite hopeless,” I added hastily.
“Quite hopeless?” she said, looking at me, and so strange are the ways of the heart, that, I believe, that was the only thought she seized upon.
“I only knew her for ten days. I shall never see her again. I have promised.”
“It hurts?”
“Yes.”
“I am sorry.” She laid her hand on my arm and looked away. “Is—is it because she’s married, David?”
Strange to say, the suggestion came to me like a flash of lightning in the darkness of my perplexity. Never once had such an explanation occurred to me. I thought it over and wondered.