And you have known me--three ?" "Four, Molly--four next September." "Well, four then.

It isn't a long time.

And you see it wasn't enough, to know me in, was it ?" He said nothing; but the fringe dropped from his fingers.
"You were Nevill's best friend too, weren't you ?" "Yes.

His best friend, and his worst, God help me!" "I suppose that means you've quarreled with him?
I thought I heard you.
But, of course, you didn't know." "Forgive me, I did not." He had misunderstood her--again! "Well, you know now.

I wasn't worth quarreling about, was I ?" He got up and leaned out of the window, looking into the dull street that roared seventy feet below.