"Did--Guy--never speak of me ?" "I knew there was someone." Burke spoke rather unwillingly.

"I don't think he ever actually spoke of you to me.

We're not exactly--kindred spirits, he and I." "You don't like him," said Sylvia.
"Nor he me," said Burke Ranger.
She looked at him with her candid eyes.

"I don't think you are very tolerant of weakness, are you ?" she said gently.
"I don't know," he said non-committally.

"Won't you tell me about yourself ?" The subject of Guy was obviously distasteful to him, yet her whole life during the past five years had been so closely linked to the thought of that absent lover of hers that it was impossible to speak of the one without the other.