“You must have noticed the difference in him, Mr. Herold,” she said tearfully.
He nodded. John took trouble badly, which was one of the reasons that endeared Herold to him. In some aspects he was nothing but a Pantagruelian infant; but it was no use discoursing on this to Unity.
“He feels things very deeply,” he said instead.
“Would n't you, if you loved Miss Stella, and never saw or heard from her?”
“I should,” said he, with a smile.
“And she loves him. I know it. And she feels deeply, too.”
He acquiesced. “She, too, is very unhappy.”
“And they 're separated forever because they can't marry?”
“That is so, Unity,” said he.
“Why can't he get rid of her—the other woman I mean?” cried Unity, fiercely.