The day may come in which, you will have need of an honest man's friendship." She shook her head sadly.
"You are very good," she said; "but there is no possibility at friendship between you and me.

If you will only say that you can forgive me for the great wrong I have done you, there will be a heavy burden lifted from my heart; and whatever you may think now, I cannot doubt that in the future you will find some one far better worthy of your love than ever I could have been." "That is the stereotyped form of consolation, Marian, a man is always referred to--that shadowy and perfect creature who is to appear in the future, and heal all his wounds.

There will be no such after-love for me.
I staked all when I played the great game; and have lost all.

But why cannot I be your friend, Marian ?" "Can you forgive my husband for his part in the wrong that has been done you?
Can you be his friend, knowing what he has done ?" "No!" Gilbert answered fiercely between his set teeth.

"I can forgive your weakness, but not the man's treachery." "Then you can never be mine," Marian said firmly.
"Remember, I am not talking of a common friendship, a friendship of daily association.