You know, of course, that the Professor----" "My dear Lord Leighton," she answered, with an air of quite superior wisdom, "my learned father is a very clever man in his own subjects: but I think I know a great deal more about this particular one than he does.
You are quite right.

You did not love me.

You liked me very much, I have no doubt----" "Yes, and so I do still, and always shall do, but----" "But your liking was great enough to make you mistake it for love.
Women's instincts are quicker and keener in these relations than men's are, and I saw that you did not love me as a real woman has to be loved, and, to be quite frank with you, some one else did.

I like you very much, Lord Leighton, and I am going to go on liking you; but, you see, I could not give you what I had already given away.

Now, you have told me so much that you ought to tell me a little more.