She was silent in turn for some time. Then she spoke almost in a whisper.
“Will you be very angry, Pierce, if I tell you that I think I am beginning to like Claud Wilton very much?”
“Like—him?” he cried, scornfully.
“I mean love him, Pierce,” she said, quietly.
“Jenny! Impossible!”
“That’s what I used to think, dear, but it is not.”
“You foolish baby, what is there in the fellow that any woman could love?”
“Something I’ve found out, dear.”
“In Heaven’s name, what?”
“He loves me with all his heart.”