"And," I said to her once, "you're still in love with him?"
She replied: "More than ever. Oh, much more. And—as I told you before—it's wonderful."
"Maybe, but is it wise?"
She pursed her lips and then answered: "Well, what harm can there be in it? It isn't sharing anything with Geoffrey.... It's nothing to do with anybody how I feel—nobody will ever know it except you, and you wouldn't if I hadn't told you."
"Suppose Terry were to find it out?"
"You mean—suppose I'm a fool, eh? ... Well, I assure you, I'm not."
"All right, then—take another supposition. What will happen if Terry falls in love with you?"
"My dear Jimmy—he couldn't. It wouldn't occur to him. Oh, don't—don't—" she was beginning to laugh—"don't imagine it. It couldn't happen."
"Then what will happen—eventually?"
She gave me her loveliest smile. "I shall teach him and watch over him, and then, when the right girl comes along, I shall just hand him over ... in good condition."