“What did he say to you?”
“Questions. He asked questions.”
“About—”
“His friends; about your mother.”
“What did you tell him, John?”
“I told him the truth.”
“Yes; and then—”
“What could I say to the man? Curse him, he wept!”
She paused a moment, taking her lover’s arm, and holding him back a little as though about to speak. The impulse changed, however, and she walked on again with a light of infinite wisdom in her eyes. For a man’s nature is a proud and contrary thing. She felt what was passing in John Gore’s heart, and she was too tender and too prudent to drag it roughly into the light of day.