‘Well, that is a form of unreason—a blind desire which science could explain in each case. I rejoice that I am not subject to that form of epilepsy.’
‘You positively never were in love!’
‘As you understand it, never. But I have felt a very distinct preference.’
‘Based on what you think compatibility?’
‘Yes. Not strong enough to make me lose sight of prudence and advantage. No, not strong enough for that.’
He seemed to be reassuring himself.
‘Then of course that can’t be called love,’ said Whelpdale.
‘Perhaps not. But, as I told you, a preference of this kind can be heightened into emotion, if one chooses. In the case of which I am thinking it easily might be. And I think it very improbable indeed that I should repent it if anything led me to indulge such an impulse.’
Whelpdale smiled.
‘This is very interesting. I hope it may lead to something.’