"I'm not flirting with him, either," I said.
"What then?"
"Nothing."
"But he seems to think there is something—something to hope."
"Did he tell you so?"
"No. He sent me word."
"Oh! Words get mixed, when they're sent. He knows I'm not flirting with him."
"Does he know—forgive me—does he know that you don't love him—a little?"
"He knows I don't love him at all."
"Then I—can't understand," said Sir Lionel.