"Emily Mead is a very nice girl," said Jane, in a tone clearly reproachful.
Lorenzo just laughed. But then Susan made some excuse to slip away. "I wonder if you'd help me a little," he said then, hesitating a bit.
"Is it something that I can do? Of course I'll help you if I can."
"It's something very necessary."
"Necessary?"
"To my welfare and happiness."
"What is it?"
"I think—I'm—falling in love."
"Oh, dear," Jane was carefully tranquil.
"I've never really been in love in my life, so I can't be sure. But I think it's that."