I'm not a bit crushed.

That's the delightful part of it.

It's because he has a genius--yes, a genius--for friendship.

I didn't know him when I came down here--I didn't know him a bit--and I was an idiot.

But one could trust him to the very last." Her hands lay idly on the bright-coloured knitting, and Geoffrey could watch the emotion on her face.
"And one is so glad to be his friend!" she went on softly, "because he has suffered so!" "You mean in his marriage?
What do you know about it ?" "Can't one guess ?" she went on in the same low voice.