I cared a lot for Leonard Boyce." "Eh bien ?" said I.
"Well, don't you see what I'm driving at ?" "I don't a bit." She sighed.

"Oh, dear! How dull some people are! Don't you see that, when an affair like that is over, a woman likes to get some evidence of the man's fine qualities, in order to justify her for having once cared for him ?" "Quite so.

Yet--" I felt argumentative.

The breach, as you know, between Betty and Boyce was wrapped in exasperating obscurity.

"Yet, on the other hand," said I, "she might welcome evidence of his worthlessness, so as to justify her for having thrown him over." "If a woman isn't a dam-fool already," said Betty, "and I don't think I'm one, she doesn't like to feel that she ever made a dam-fool of herself.