"And he was too much in love with me. But for that I think I should not have given him up. I was dreadfully cut up for a little while. And he--" She did not finish the sentence.
On this Mrs. Wentworth made no observation, though the expression about her mouth changed.
"He made a reputation afterwards. I knew he would. He was bound to succeed. I believed in him even then. He had ideals. Why don't men have ideals now?"
"Some of them do," asserted Mrs. Wentworth.
"Yes; Norman has. I mean unmarried men. I heard he made a fortune, or was making one--or something."
"Oh!"
"He knew more than any one I ever saw--and made you want to know. All I ever read he set me to. And he is awfully good-looking. I had no idea he would be so good-looking. But I tell you this: no woman that ever saw him ever forgot him."
"Is he married?"
"I don't think so--no. If he had been I should have heard it. He really believed in me."
Mrs. Wentworth glanced at her with interest.