"You know," he said, "I don't understand you."
"Don't you?"
"Not clearly.... Do you care a little for me, still?"
"I don't know—how I feel."
"Could you care for me—be friends again—as naturally and as honestly as you were once?"
"I—trusted you. Friendship is trust."
"I know. I have destroyed your confidence."
"Yes—my confidence in friendship."
"That is a terrible thing to do," he said miserably.
"Yes. Friendship ends when distrust begins. I do distrust you and I don't understand why—why distrusting you makes me care for you—even more."