We were at school together.

She is my best friend, almost." She shut her mouth as firmly as though this were the last sentence she ever proposed to utter; but her eyes, as they rested on Keith's face, had the least twinkle in them.

Keith did not know how much of their old affair had been told her, but she evidently knew something, and it was necessary to show her that he had recovered from it long ago and yet retained a friendly feeling for Mrs.Lancaster.
"She was an old sweetheart of mine long ago; that is, I used to think myself desperately in love with her a hundred years ago or so, before she was married--and I was, too," he added.
He gained not the least idea of the impression this made on Mrs.
Wentworth.
"She was talking to me about you only the other day," she said casually.
Keith again made a feint to open her defence.
"I hope she said kind things about me?
I deserve some kindness at her hands, for I have only pleasant memories of her." "I wonder what he means by that ?" questioned Mrs.Wentworth to herself, and then added: "Oh, yes; she did.

Indeed, she was almost enthusiastic about your--friendship." Her eyes scanned his face lightly.
"Has she fulfilled the promise of beauty that she gave as a school-girl?
I used to think her one of the most beautiful creatures in the world; but I don't know that I was capable of judging at that time," he added, with a smile, "for I remember I was quite desperate about her for a little while." He tried to speak naturally.
Mrs.Wentworth's eyes rested on his face for a moment.
"Why, yes; many think her much handsomer than she ever was.

She is one of the married beauties, you know." Her eyes just swept Keith's face.
"She was also one of the sweetest girls I ever knew," Keith said, moved for some reason to add this tribute.
"Well, I don't know that every one would call her that.