I don't know why I asked you, why I dared hope that you could think of me.
I might have known you could not.

Nobody does.

I cannot win their love.
I don't know how." Alice neither looked up nor moved, only sobbed piteously, and this more than aught else helped Hugh to choke down his own sorrow for the sake of comforting her.

The sight of her distress moved him greatly, for he knew it was grief that she had so cruelly misled him.
"Alice, darling," he said again, this time as a mother would soothe her child.

"Alice, darling, it hurts me more to see you thus than your refusal did.