“Yes, and then he would fly off and I—we would never see him again,” said Maimie. “He's as proud as—any one!”
“Strange, too,” said Kate, “when he has no money to speak of!”
“You know I don't mean that, and I don't think it's very nice of you. You have no sympathy with me!”
“In what way?”
“Well, in this very unpleasant affair; every one is talking about Ranald and me, as if I—as if we had some understanding.”
“And have you not? I thought—” Kate hesitated to remind Maimie of certain confidences she had received two years ago after her friend had returned from Glengarry.
“Oh, absurd—just a girl and boy affair,” said Maimie, impatiently.
“Then there's nothing at all,” said Kate, with a suspicion of eagerness in her voice.
“No, of course not—that is, nothing really serious.”
“Serious? You mean you don't care for him at all?” Kate looked straight at her friend.