There was nothing against him--he was very kind and very considerate--but somehow I--" She paused and drew a long breath.
"Somehow what ?" demanded St.George raising his head quickly and studying her the closer.

The situation was becoming vital now--too vital for any further delay.
"Oh, I don't know--I couldn't love him--that's all.

He has many excellent qualities--too many maybe," and she smiled faintly.

"You know I never liked people who were too good--that is, too willing to do everything you wanted them to do--especially men who ought really to be masters and--" She stopped and played with the top of her parasol, smoothing the knob with her palm as if the better to straighten out the tangle in her mind.

"I expect you will think me queer, Uncle George, but I have come to the conclusion that I will never love anybody again--I am through with all that.