Mr Morris leaves
How could I say no, Mina? It was brave and sweet of him, and noble too, to speak like that about a rival - wasn't it? And he looked so sad, so I leant over and kissed him. He stood up, holding my two hands in his. He looked down into my face and I am afraid to say that I was blushing very much. Then he said, 'Little girl, I hold your hand, and you've kissed me, and if these things don't make us friends nothing ever will. Thank you for your sweet honesty to me, and goodbye.'
He wrung my hand. Then he picked up his hat and went straight out of the room without looking back, without a tear or a quiver or a pause. Now here I am, crying like a baby.