You don't need to have a crazy woman come walking into your life.

So, you see, the best thing is for us to remain friends, but true friends, and go no further." "And it is the woman who wrote me such vivid letters, who now speaks to me of reason, good sense, and God knows what!" "But be frank, now.

You don't love me." "I don't ?" He took her hands, gently.

She made no resistance, but looking at him squarely she said, "Listen.

If you had loved me you would have come to see me; and yet for months you haven't tried to find out whether I was alive or dead." "But you understand that I could not hope to be welcomed by you on the terms we now are on, and too, in your parlour there are guests, your husband--I have never had you even a little bit to myself at your home." He pressed her hands more tightly and came closer to her.