“I presume he thought that it would come right, sometime,” Clementina urged. “I did.”
“Yes, that was very well for you, but it wasn't at all well for him. He behaved cruelly; there's no other word for it.”
“I don't believe he meant to be cruel, Miss Milray,” said Clementina.
“You're not sorry you've broken with him?” demanded Miss Milray, severely, and she let go of Clementina's hands.
“I shouldn't want him to think I hadn't been fai'a.”
“I don't understand what you mean by not being fair,” said Miss Milray, after a study of the girl's eyes.
“I mean,” Clementina explained, “that if I let him think the religion was all the'e was, it wouldn't have been fai'a.”
“Why, weren't you sincere about that?”
“Of cou'se I was!” returned the girl, almost indignantly. “But if the'e was anything else, I ought to have told him that, too; and I couldn't.”
“Then you can't tell me, of course?” Miss Milray rose in a little pique.