This begins to be interesting.
"A woman does not have to give up all her friends when she marries ?" she added, with her eyes on Keith.
Keith smiled.
"Oh, no; only her lovers, unless they turn into friends." "Of course, those," said Mrs.Wentworth, who, after a moment's reflection, added, "They don't always do that.

Do you believe a woman ever forgets entirely a man she has really loved ?" "She does if she is happily married and if she is wise." "But all women are not happily married." "And, perhaps, all are not wise," said Keith.
Some association of ideas led him to say suddenly: "Tell me something about Ferdy Wickersham.

He was one of your ushers, wasn't he ?" He was surprised to see Mrs.Wentworth's countenance change.
Her eyelids closed suddenly as if a glare were turned unexpectedly on them, and she caught her breath.
"Yes--I have known him since we were children.

Of course, you know he was desperately in love with Alice Lancaster ?" Keith said he had heard something of the kind.
"He still likes her." "She is married," said Keith, decisively.
"Yes." A moment later Mrs.Wentworth drew a long breath and moistened her lips.
"You knew him at the same time that you first knew Norman, did you not ?" She was simply figuring for time.
"Yes, I met him first then," said Keith.
"Don't you think Ferdy has changed since he was a boy ?" she demanded after a moment's reflection.
"How do you mean ?" Keith was feeling very uncomfortable, and, to save himself an answer, plunged along: "Of course he has changed." He did not say how, nor did he give Mrs.
Wentworth time to explain herself.

"I will tell you one thing, though," he said earnestly: "he never was worthy to loose the latchet of your husband's shoe." Mrs.Wentworth's face changed again; she glanced down for a second, and then said: "You and Norman have a mutual admiration society." "We have been friends a long time," said Keith, thoughtfully.
"But even that does not always count for so much.