She fancied he frowned a little. “I wonder why you go back to that?”
“I want to be sure—I owe it to Owen. Won’t you tell me the exact impression she’s produced on you?”
“I have told you—I like Miss Viner.”
“Do you still believe she’s in love with Owen?”
“There was nothing in our short talks to throw any particular light on that.”
“You still believe, though, that there’s no reason why he shouldn’t marry her?”
Again he betrayed a restrained impatience. “How can I answer that without knowing her reasons for breaking with him?”
“That’s just what I want you to find out from her.”
“And why in the world should she tell me?”
“Because, whatever grievance she has against Owen, she can certainly have none against me. She can’t want to have Owen connect me in his mind with this wretched quarrel; and she must see that he will until he’s convinced you’ve had no share in it.”