“Can it hurt either of us, this comradeship? Why, Eve, child, how can I talk all the boyish stuff to you? It’s bigger, finer, less selfish than all that. I believe I could think of you as I think of Lynette—married some day to a good fellow——”
She broke in with sudden passion.
“No, you are wrong there—utterly wrong.”
“Am I wrong—everywhere?”
“Can’t you guess that it hurts terribly, all this? It’s so impossible, and you won’t see it. Let’s get back—back to yesterday.”
“Eve, is there ever a yesterday?”
She shivered and drew back a little.
“Jim, don’t try to come too near me. You make me say it. You make me say the mean things.”
“It’s not physical nearness.”
“Ah, you may think that! But you are forgetting all the little people.”