The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 5 Page 15

me on the pavement by the railings of Green Park. But her character was angelic. She accepted my treatment of her with the most astounding meekness.

“You mean,” she said, “that he is in love with me, and I chose just that night to — refuse him.”

I nodded.

“That is emotional cause enough, isn’t it, to account for any mysterious depression that any man is ever likely to have?”

“You are mistaken,” she said softly. “You don’t know Alresca. You don’t know his strength of mind. I can assure you that it is something more than unreturned love that is destroying him.”

“Destroying him?”