Jane said nothing. The room was getting dark.
"I've never seen any one so pretty in all my life as Miss Mar," said the young artist, slowly. "You know we're old friends."
"Oh, she's lovely," said Jane, with sudden fervor.
"I thought that we might make up little picnics and walks and things?" hesitated the young man.
"Of course," said Jane, heartily. "And you can come here all you like. Auntie likes you both so much."
Lorenzo Rath stood by the door. "Were you ever in love?" he asked bluntly.
"No," said Jane. "I've never had the least little touch of it."
"Haven't you ever thought about it?"
"No, I've never had time. I've never seen any man that I could or would marry."
"Never?"