"She didn't know," he said.
"How did she guess then? Had you been in love with her?"
"Yes."
"She with you?"
"You forget," he said gravely: "she's a married woman."
"I did forget," she smiled. "And was there no one you were in love with between her and me?"
"I'm not in love with you," he said.
She smiled again, drearily. "Does it do you any good to say that?" she asked.
"No," he answered; "I said it for you."
"For me?" she objected.