In fact, however, it may be confided to the reader that Bernard was pricked in a tender place, though the resentment of vanity was not visible in his answer.
"You were quite wrong," he simply said.

"I am as ignorant of women as a monk in his cloister." "You try to prove too much.

You don't think her sympathetic!" And as regards this last remark, Gordon Wright must be credited with a certain ironical impulse.
Bernard stopped impatiently.
"I ask you again, what does it matter to you what I think of her ?" "It matters in this sense--that she has refused me." "Refused you?
Then it is all over, and nothing matters." "No, it is n't over," said Gordon, with a positive head-shake.

"Don't you see it is n't over ?" Bernard smiled, laid his hand on his friend's shoulder and patted it a little.
"Your attitude might almost pass for that of resignation." "I 'm not resigned!" said Gordon Wright.
"Of course not.

But when were you refused ?" Gordon stood a minute with his eyes fixed on the ground.