Can't we be friends again ?" He was silent for a moment.
"Do you mean to go back to where we were before--Well, before we clashed ?" "Yes,--if you will put it in that way." "I can't go back to that stage," he said, shaking his head.

"You may have stood still, Miss Clinton, but I have progressed." "I don't know what you mean." "You will, after you reflect awhile," he said.
She drew back, in a sudden panic.

She spoke hurriedly, her composure wrecked.
"I--at least, Mr.Percival, I have done my part.

If you do not care to be friends, I--I have nothing more to say.

We must go on just as we were,--and I am sorry.