"I suppose so. You set up to be."
"Yes, I set up to be," he said bitterly.
"And the truth—in God's name let us have truth—is that you love him?"
"Have you no pity? Why do you press me?"
"I will not press you; God forbid I should trouble you! But is this the end?"
"Yes."
"It is final—no hope? Think what it means to me."
"If I do care for Mr. Lane, is this friendly to him?"
"I am beyond friendship, as I am beyond conscience. Claudia, turn to me. No man ever loved as I do."
"I can't help it," she said: "I can't help it!"