"I've got a thing, my girl, and you've got nothing."
They had both risen and faced each other, anger in their eyes. But their antagonism had lost that vital quality which had once made it the salt of their friendship.
"You döan't understand me," said Reuben—"I'd better go."
"You don't understand me," said Alice—"you can't."
"We've lost each other," said Reuben—"good-bye."
Alice smiled rather bitterly, and had a moment of vision.
"The fact is that we can't forgive each other—for being happy in different ways."
"I tell you I'm sorry for nothing."
"Nor I."
So they parted.