I can never forget that." (Inconceivable! Had she never for an instant understood?
Ah, well, if _he_ had been so transfigured in her sight, she might well idealize Stanistreet.) She went on impetuously, with inextricable confusion of persons and events.

"Nevill--I wasn't kind to him.

They said I didn't care--and I did--I did! It nearly broke my heart.

Only I was afraid you'd think I loved him better than you, and so--I didn't take any notice of him.

I thought he wouldn't mind--he was so little, you see; and then I thought some day I could tell him.