"He's very good, but he isn't interesting."
"I think he is, you know; and so did Uncle John. I believe your father would have liked—"
"Do you like talking like this to me?" Val demanded, darkly, "or"—with a ray of hope—"are you being a martyr?"
"Something of a martyr, perhaps," he said, smiling in spite of himself.
"Oh, well, that's all right, just for once."
"For once?"
"Yes; please don't do it again. I can admire it—once, but I can't be of any help. I suppose it's because of what my father told you that you said that—about—love."
"What did I say?"
"That it was the saddest of all."
"I'm afraid the reason is deeper than any your father gave."