"We all make mistakes—bad mistakes," said Sangster kindly.
Jimmy smiled a little.
"You old philosopher . . . I don't believe you've ever cared a hang for a woman in all your life."
"Oh, yes I have." Sangster's eyes were staring past Jimmy, down the little room.
"Really?" Jimmy was faintly incredulous. "Who was she—wouldn't she have you?"
"I never asked her, and she is married now—to another man."
"A decent fellow?"
There was a little silence, then:
"I think he'll turn out all right," said Sangster quietly. "I hope so."