"Did you think I could forget you so easily, or be any thing but wretched while you were there ?" He looked at her again, this time intently, "What can you be made of, Sylvia ?" he said.

"Do you mean to say you found it easy to forgive me ?" She dashed the tears from her eyes.

"I don't remember that I was ever--angry with you," she said.

"Somehow I realized--from the very first--that--that--it was just--bad luck." "You amaze me!" he said.
She smiled at him.

"Do I?
I don't quite see why.