“Why?”
“You see, I was so dreadfully in love with you. I did everything I could to make you care for me. I thought you were incapable of loving anyone. It’s so horrible to know that you were willing to sacrifice everything for that bounder. I wonder what you saw in him.”
“I’m awfully sorry, Philip. I regretted it bitterly afterwards, I promise you that.”
He thought of Emil Miller, with his pasty, unhealthy look, his shifty blue eyes, and the vulgar smartness of his appearance; he always wore bright red knitted waistcoats. Philip sighed. She got up and went to him. She put her arm round his neck.
“I shall never forget that you offered to marry me, Philip.”
He took her hand and looked up at her. She bent down and kissed him.
“Philip, if you want me still I’ll do anything you like now. I know you’re a gentleman in every sense of the word.”
His heart stood still. Her words made him feel slightly sick.
“It’s awfully good of you, but I couldn’t.”
“Don’t you care for me any more?”