"Know it?" She gave a quick glance back at the long room—they were standing in the door of the hall—to assure herself that she was unheard. "Why, it's as plain as the nose on your face!"
Macclesfield laughed. "You can't expect me to be accomplished in these details; besides, Belhaven has probably only been telling Eva how much he loved her sister."
Mrs. Van Citters met this suggestion with scorn. "Is that all you know?"
"Isn't it enough for a mere man?"
"Perhaps I shouldn't expect any more, but the idea of deliberately choosing a man who's in love with your sister! It's hard enough to keep a husband devoted anyway, and I'd want him to begin by being in love with me."
"Wouldn't it be just as well if he ended there?"
"You mean that you think he can't help falling in love with Rachel in the end?"
"Something like that, only I think he's in love with her already."
"Pff! Nothing of the sort; look at his face."
"You couldn't expect a mere man to keep his sang-froid at such a moment as this?" the doctor retorted, adjusting his eye-glasses to look at the bridegroom elect.