I had heard of you, and so must he have seen your name in the Rouen papers--about the 'White-Caps,' and in politics--but he would never dream of connecting the Plattville Mr.Harkless with _his_ Mr.
Harkless, though _I_ did, just a little, and rather vaguely.

I knew, of course, when you came into the lecture.

But why haven't you written to my cousin ?" "Rouen seems a long way from here," he answered quietly.

"I've only been there once--half a day on business.

Except that, I've never been further away than Amo or Gainesville, for a convention or to make a speech, since I came here." "Wicked!" she exclaimed, "To shut yourself up like this! I said it was fine to drop out of the world; but why have you cut off your old friends from you?
Why haven't you had a relapse, now and then, and come over to hear Ysaye play and Melba sing, or to see Mansfield or Henry Irving, when we have had them?
And do you think you've been quite fair to Tom?
What right had you to assume that he had forgotten you ?" "Oh, I didn't exactly mean forgotten," he said, pulling a blade of grass to and fro between his fingers, staring at it absently.