"But a charming man, and immensely rich."
"Yes." Keith began to look grim.
"Aren't you going to see here?" inquired Mrs. Wentworth, finding that Keith was not prepared to say any more on the subject.
Keith said he should like to do so very much. He hoped to see her before going away; but he could not tell.
"She is married now, and must be so taken up with her new duties that I fear she would hardly remember me," he added, with a laugh. "I don't think I ever made much impression on her."
"Alice Yorke is not one to forget her friends. Why, she spoke of you with real friendship," she said, smiling, thinking to herself, Alice likes him, and he is still in love with her. This begins to be interesting.
"A woman does not have to give up all her friends when she marries?" she added, with her eyes on Keith.
Keith smiled.
"Oh, no; only her lovers, unless they turn into friends."
"Of course, those," said Mrs. Wentworth, who, after a moment's reflection, added, "They don't always do that. Do you believe a woman ever forgets entirely a man she has really loved?"