"Tell me," she said, pulling a leaf from the creepers and twisting it in
her fingers--"tell me, how long was it before you forgot your
disappointment about the election? Or did you think it was not worth while
to disturb your peace of mind for anything so trivial?"
"I suppose I could not help it," said John. "I was dreadfully depressed at
first. I told you so, do you remember?"
"Of course you were, and I was very sorry for you. I told you you would
lose it, long before, but you do not seem to care in the least now. I do
not understand you at all."
"I soon got over it," said John. "I left Boston on the day after I saw
you, and went straight to London. And then I found that a friend of mine
was dead, and I had so much to do that I forgot everything that had gone
before."
Joe gave a little sigh, short and sharp, and quickly checked.
"You have a great many friends, have you not?" she said.
"Yes, very many. A man cannot have too many of the right sort."
"I do not think you and I mean the same thing by friendship," said Joe.
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