V + 

“Goodbye,” said she, in a tired voice. + 

“Goodbye, Stella,” said I; and I kissed her. + 

“And I don’t think you are a mess. And I don’t hate you.” She was smiling very strangely. “Yes, I remember that first time. And no matter what they said, I always cared heaps more about you, Rob, than I dared let you know. And if only you had been as dependable as Peter⁠—But, you see, you weren’t⁠—” + 

“No, dear, you did the right thing⁠—what was best for all of us⁠—” + 

“Then don’t mind so much. Oh, Bob, it hurts me to see you mind so much! You aren’t⁠—being dependable, like Peter, even now,” she said, reproachfully.⁠ ⁠… + 

Heine was right; there is an Aristophanes in heaven. + 