He said 'Good-bye, Mrs.Moore' in the coldest tone in the world--as if we had not even been friends--as if I meant absolutely nothing to him.

I know I don't--I didn't want him to care--but he MIGHT have been a little kinder." "Oh, I wish Gilbert would come," thought Anne.

She was racked between her sympathy for Leslie and the necessity of avoiding anything that would betray Owen's confidence.

She knew why his good-bye had been so cold--why it could not have the cordiality that their good-comradeship demanded--but she could not tell Leslie.
"I couldn't help it, Anne--I couldn't help it," said poor Leslie.
"I know that." "Do you blame me so very much ?" "I don't blame you at all." "And you won't--you won't tell Gilbert ?" "Leslie! Do you think I would do such a thing ?" "Oh, I don't know--you and Gilbert are such CHUMS.

I don't see how you could help telling him everything." "Everything about my own concerns--yes.