I have known they were there, but I have
known they were unsounded."
The doctor opened his lips, as if to speak; then closed them in a
firmer line than before, and merely nodded his head silently.
"I had never been loved with that love which makes one absolutely
first to a person, nor had I ever so loved. I had--cared very much;
but caring is not loving.--Oh, Boy, I know that now!"
The doctor's profile showed rather white against the dark-green
background of his chair; but he smiled as he answered: "Quite true,
dear. There is a distinction, and a difference."
"I had heaps of friends, and amongst them a good many nice men,
mostly rather younger than myself, who called me 'Miss Champion.' to
my face, and 'good old Jane' behind my back."
The doctor smiled. He had as often heard the expression, and could
recall the whole-hearted affection and admiration in the tones of
those who used it.
"Men as a rule," Continued Jane, "get on better with me than do
women. Being large and solid, and usually calling a spade 'a spade;'
and not 'a garden implement,' women consider me strong-minded, and
are inclined to be afraid of me.
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