"And love!"
"No!"
"And love, and you!"
"Not me! I am as much out of your life as she who is dead."
"You are not; you are here; you are mine, Frances!" with his old masterful manner.
"I am not!"
"No one shall claim you!"
"Because," she said gently, "I am already claimed!"
"It is impossible!" he cried, never willing to own any other victor where he fought.