'You shrink from me…. I suppose I'm too rough. You could never care for me.'
'Yes, indeed, Ralph, I do care for you. I like you very much indeed, but not like that.'
'You could not like me enough to marry me.'
'I don't think I could marry any one.'
'Why not?'
'I don't know.'
'Do you care for any one else?'
'No, indeed I don't. I like you very much. I want you to be my friend…. But you don't understand. Men never do. I suppose affection would not satisfy you.'
'But you could not marry me?'
'I'd sooner marry you than any one. But—-'