She did not hesitate at all. “Well, I think it is a possibility.”
“Oh, anything’s possible, but I can tell you this: Even if I were in love with you, you are not the type of woman I should ever dream of marrying.”
“What would you do?”
“If I saw the slightest chance of falling in love with you—which I don’t—I should try all the harder to free myself.”
“I don’t see how you could try any harder than you have. You begin to make me suspicious.”
“Miss Fenimer—”
“Christine, please.”
“Christine, I am not the least bit in love with you.”
“Quite sure that you’re not whistling to keep your courage up?”
“Quite sure.”