He pleases me, as he pleases any woman he wishes to make an agreeable impression upon.

And, naturally, I like to know that he really did care for me and is ashamed and repentant of the baseness that made him act as he did.

But beyond that, I care nothing about him--nothing.

I may not care for Dory exactly as I should; but at least knowing him has made it impossible for me to go back to the Ross sort of man." That seemed clear and satisfactory.

But, strangely, her mind jumped to the somewhat unexpected conclusion, "And I'll not see him again." She wrote Dory that night a long, long letter, the nearest to a love letter she had ever written him.