“I’ve got the decree nisi. It’ll be made absolute in July, and then we are going to be married at once.”
For some time Philip did not say anything.
“I wish I hadn’t made such a fool of myself,” he muttered at length.
He was thinking of his long, humiliating confession. She looked at him curiously.
“You were never really in love with me,” she said.
“It’s not very pleasant being in love.”
But he was always able to recover himself quickly, and, getting up now and holding out his hand, he said:
“I hope you’ll be very happy. After all, it’s the best thing that could have happened to you.”
She looked a little wistfully at him as she took his hand and held it.
“You’ll come and see me again, won’t you?” she asked.