She had neglected her work, her friends, the boys' lessons; and her brother.

For what?
What would her girl friends say?
That she was pining for a lover who had forgotten her.

They would say that and it would be true.

She did think of him constantly.
With bitter pain she recalled the first days of the acquaintance which now seemed so long past; how much she had disliked Alfred; how angry she had been with him and how contemptuously she had spurned his first proffer of friendship; how, little by little, her pride had been subdued; then the struggle with her heart.

And, at last, after he had gone, came the realization that the moments spent with him had been the sweetest of her life.