Then he began suddenly to talk in sharp jerks of words, as if speaking
the thoughts that came to him.
"Of course, in _any_ case, it couldn't have gone on for long. She's
young now--not twenty-one till next month.... Sooner or later, she's
bound to marry somebody--somebody with wealth and position, most
likely--and--naturally--it couldn't go on after that...."
"What couldn't go on?"
"Our--friendship."
I knew then, from the curious way he spoke the word "friendship", that
he had begun to love her....