"If you're right," he said, "it won't be so hard to you. You'll get over it."
"Get over it?"
"Yes; what you believe will help you. You've no choice, you know."
Stafford still wore a look of half-amusement.
"You have never felt belief?" he asked.
"Not for many years. That's all gone."
"You think you have been in love?"
"Of course I have—half a dozen times."
"No more than the other," said Stafford decisively.
Morewood was about to speak, but Stafford went on quickly: