"Oh no, no" she cried miserably.
"You can't realize the--the sort of thing there was between us, dear, and how it should have been sacred to me beyond all tampering and cavilling, or it should not have been at all.

It isn't that I didn't know all the time that I was disloyal to her, while she thought I was sincerely her friend.

I did! And now she has found me out, and it serves me perfectly right--perfectly." Kendal reflected for a moment, and then he brought comfort to her from his last resource.
"Of course the intimacy between two girls is a wholly different thing, and I don't know whether the relation between Miss Bell and myself affords any parallel to it--" "Oh, Jack! And I thought--" "What did you think, dearest ?" "I thought," said Janet, in a voice considerably muffled by contact with his tweed coat collar, "that you were perfectly _madly_ in love with her." "Heavens!" Kendal cried, as if the contingency had been physically impossible.

"It is a man's privilege to fall in love with a woman, darling--not with an incarnate idea." "It's a very beautiful idea." "I'm not sure of that--it looks well from the outside.
But it is quite incapable of any growth or much, change," Kendal went on musingly, "and in the end--Lord, how a man would be bored!" "You are incapable of being fair to her," came from the coat collar.
"Perhaps.

I have something else to think of--since yesterday.