I had--cared very much; but caring is not loving .-- Oh, Boy, I know that now!" The doctor's profile showed rather white against the dark-green background of his chair; but he smiled as he answered: "Quite true, dear.

There is a distinction, and a difference." "I had heaps of friends, and amongst them a good many nice men, mostly rather younger than myself, who called me 'Miss Champion.' to my face, and 'good old Jane' behind my back." The doctor smiled.

He had as often heard the expression, and could recall the whole-hearted affection and admiration in the tones of those who used it.
"Men as a rule," Continued Jane, "get on better with me than do women.
Being large and solid, and usually calling a spade 'a spade;' and not 'a garden implement,' women consider me strong-minded, and are inclined to be afraid of me.

The boys know they can trust me; they make a confidante of me, looking upon me as a sort of convenient elder sister who knows less about them than an elder sister would know, and is probably more ready to be interested in those things which they choose to tell.

Among my men friends, Deryck, was Garth Dalmain." Jane paused, and the doctor waited silently for her to continue.
"I was always interested in him, partly because he was so original and vivid in his way of talking, and partly because"-- a bright flush suddenly crept up into the tanned cheeks-"well, though I did not realise it then, I suppose I found his extraordinary beauty rather fascinating.