What do you think?
Does she like Narramore ?" "I think she does," faltered Patty, nervously striking her dress.
"Is she in love with him ?" "I--I really don't know!" "Do you think she ever was in love with anyone, or ever will be ?" Patty sat mute.
"Just tell me what you think." "I'm afraid she never--Oh, I don't like to say it, Mr.Hilliard!" "That she never was in love with _me_?
I know it." His tone caused Patty to look up at him, and what she saw in his face made her say quickly: "I am so sorry; I am indeed! You deserve----" "Never mind what I deserve," Hilliard interrupted with a grim smile.
"Something less than hanging, I hope.

That fellow in London; she was fond of _him_ ?" The girl whispered an assent.
"A pity I interfered." "Ah! But think what----" "We won't discuss it, Patty.

It's a horrible thing to be mad about a girl who cares no more for you than for an old glove; but it's a fool's part to try to win her by the way of gratitude.

When we came back from Paris I ought to have gone my way, and left her to go hers.

Perhaps just possible--if I had seemed to think no more of her----" Patty waited, but he did not finish his speech.
"What are you going to do, Mr.Hilliard ?" "Yes, that's the question.