"No."
"Why is she so determined to marry him, then?"
"Because ... I don't know."
"Is she in love with me?"
"Perhaps she is."
"Then she is simply a husband-hunter. She has but one thought, to make a bargain with the highest bidder. She doesn't know what love is."
"What is love?"
"A passion stronger than all others, a force of nature absolutely irresistible, something akin to thunder, to rising floods, a waterfall, a storm——"
She gazed into my eyes, forgetting the reproaches which, in the interest of her friend, had risen to the tip of her tongue.
"And is your love for her a force like that?" she asked. I had a strong impulse to tell her everything.