"You see? He's already madly infatuated with her."
"Yes, yes," I replied, still watching them. "And she?"
Miss Gore shrugged her thin shoulders.
"I don't know. She won't marry him. I doubt if she will ever marry."
"Thank God for that," I said feelingly. She looked up at me quickly.
"You don't like Marcia?" she asked.
"No." I realized that I had gone too far, but I stood firm to my guns.
I was surprised that she didn't resent my frankness. Instead of being angry she merely smiled.
"Mr. Canby, it is difficult for many of us who live in the world to realize the effect of luxury and over-refinement upon society! We live too close to it. Mr. Benham is an anachronism. I would have given much if he had not become interested in Marcia. She is not for him nor he for her. But I think it is his mind that attracts her—"
"Rubbish!" I broke in. "Has he no face, no body?"