And we talked and talked.

I daresay I was very silly, but one can't help liking people when one's sorry for them.

I do like him most awfully--" She paused.

"So I gave him half a promise, and then, you see, there's Alfred Perrott." "Oh, Perrott," said Hewet.
"We got to know each other on that picnic the other day," she continued.
"He seemed so lonely, especially as Arthur had gone off with Susan, and one couldn't help guessing what was in his mind.

So we had quite a long talk when you were looking at the ruins, and he told me all about his life, and his struggles, and how fearfully hard it had been.