"I may fall in love with some of them."
"Very likely." With studied coolness.
"Philip Shadwell, for instance?"
"It may be."
"Or your Mr. Potts?"
"There is no accounting for tastes."
"Or any one else that may happen to please me?"
"I see nothing to prevent it."
"And what then?"
"Why, then you will forget me, and like him,—until you like some one else better."