a bit in London you don't understand why; it's as if you had n't any perceptions either! If I am here for a few days, I know what I am about."
"Why should I understand?" I asked,—not very candidly, because I should have been glad to. "It's your own affair; you know what you are about, as you say, and of course you have counted the cost."
"What cost do you mean? It's a pretty cost, I can tell you." And then he tried to explain—if I would only enter into it, and not be so suspicious. He was in London for the express purpose of breaking off.
"Breaking off what, your engagement?"
"No, no, damn my engagement,—the other thing. My acquaintance, my relations—"
"Your intimacy with Lady Van—?" It was not very gentle, but I believe I burst out laughing. "If this is the way you break off, pray what would you do to keep up?"
He flushed, and looked both foolish and angry, for of course it was not very difficult to see my point. But he was—in a very clumsy manner of his own—trying to cultivate a good conscience, and he was getting no credit for it. "I suppose I may be allowed to look at her! It's a matter we have to talk over. One does n't drop such a friend in half an hour."
"One does n't drop her at all, unless one has the strength to make a sacrifice."
"It's easy for you to talk of sacrifice. You don't know what she is!" my visitor cried.
