"Dry your eyes," said Courtney, calm and practical. "How far has this gone?"
"Not at all," declared Helen. "We've never said a word of love to each other."
"Is that the truth?"
"As God is my judge."
"Not a kiss—no hand-holding?"
"Nothing."
"Only looks?"
"Sometimes—I've hoped—from the way he looked—" She sighed. "But I'm afraid he meant nothing."
Courtney studied her ingenuous face as a bank teller a note that is under suspicion of being counterfeit. Yes—Helen was telling the truth.
"Do you think he cares?" asked Helen wistfully. "He seems to like to talk with me. And he's very eloquent about sentimental things. He talks and he acts like a man in love. But—at times I feel as if it were with another woman."