No woman is worth a quarrel between two old friends.
But just speak out--can't you?
What did you mean by keeping it from me ?" "It meant that I had nothing to say," Hilliard replied, through his moustache.
"You kept silence out of spite, then?
You said to yourself, 'Let him marry her and find out afterwards what she really is!'" "Nothing of the kind." He looked up frankly.

"I saw no reason for speaking.

She accuses herself without a shadow of reason; it's mere hysterical conscientiousness.

We have known each other for half a year or so, and I have made love to her, but I never had the least encouragement.

I knew all along she didn't care for me.