She seemed preoccupied, and spoke in an idle, inattentive way.

Her suggestion that they should "part friends," though she returned upon it several times, did not sound as if it were made in earnest, and this was Christopher's one solace.
"Will you meet me reg'lar once a week," he pleaded, "just for a talk ?" "No, it's too often." "I know what that means," exclaimed the young man in the bitterness of his soul.

"There's somebody else.

Yes, that's it; there's somebody else." "Well, and what if there was ?" asked Polly, looking far away.

"I don't see as it would be any business of yours." "Oh, just listen to that!" cried Christopher.