"She doesn't love you. You told me that yesterday. How are you going to get over that?"
"She may change."
"Have you thought what I have to face? 'There goes Maud Neville who was found wanting and now takes second place to a girl whose lips are plastered with the kisses of a dozen men.' Some day the words may not seem much; just now, my friend, they have a harsh sound. How dare you bring me to this?"
"Would you have us marry as things are?"
"No, I wouldn't. I must eat my humble pie. But as yet I cannot make myself believe that we are at the end of things. It's not easy to speak out the truth even to you. I ought to cut you for good. But I just can't do it. Love takes a lot of killing. The world will think me a girl of poor spirit; but better that than that this thing should come to grief in haste. I must have time to think things out. I owe this to you and to myself.... What are you looking at the sun for? Do you want to get away?"
"I have to meet O'Neill at three o'clock."
"Meet him at three so as to be in time somewhere else later on—I suppose that's it. Well, so be it."
"Are you coming to the stable?"
"No. I'm going to stay here a little while. Jim, this mustn't be our good-bye. Before you go, promise me you won't quite forget us here. Come when you can."
"Good-bye."