"I asked him about her, after becoming duly confidential and sympathetic, of course, and he confirmed your statement. He still loves the girl—oh, you ought to hear him tell of it. 'He will never love another till he's dead, dead, dead,'—or words to that effect: but he will not tell her—"
Elise was listening with a polite but languid interest.
"—again. He thinks his self-respect forbids; but I think—"
"Did he say that? To you?" Elise demanded.
"Yes; when I asked h—"
"Well now, once and for all, Lola, I tell you I despise that man, and never must you mention his name to me again!"
"But Elise, I think he—"
"Stop, Lola! I'll not hear another word!"
"But let me tell you, Elise. He—"
"No! Stop now! Not another word if you care for my friendship. I'll never speak to you again if you speak of him to me!"