"You never speak of your relations to me and you never tell me whether you were in love when you were young; I have told you so much about myself!"
JOWETT: "Have you ever heard that I was in love with any one?"
I did not like to tell him that, since our visit to Florence Nightingale, I had heard that he had wanted to marry her, so I said:
"Yes, I have been told you were in love once."
JOWETT: "Only once?"
MARGOT: "Yes."
Complete silence fell upon us after this: I broke it at last by saying:
"What was your lady-love like, dear Master?"
JOWETT: "Violent . . . very violent."
After this disconcerting description, we drove back to Balliol.