Anyhow, he can't very well do it again--now.

_Perhaps_--she thought I oughtn't to have gone about quite so much with Louis." "Why did you, Molly?
It was a mistake." "I wonder--Well, it was all my fault." "No; it was Stanistreet's.

He knew what he was about." "It was _mine_.

I liked him." "What did you see to like in him ?" (He really had some curiosity on that point.) "I liked him because he was your friend--the best friend you ever had.
I hated the other men that used to come.

And when you were away I felt somehow as if--as if--he was all that was left of you.