“No.”
“What?”
“No use.”
“What do you mean?”
“Not a bit of good trying.”
“But I tell you she said in so many words——”
“It doesn’t make any difference. She may have loved me once. Last night will have killed all that.”
“Of course it won’t.”
“It will. She despises me now.”
“Not a bit of it. She knows you simply got cold feet.”