"Whether you care for me at all. Not much, of course, but just enough not to hate marrying me."
Anne turned her face full on him and looked at him with her innocent, candid eyes. And all she said was, "You do know about Jerrold, don't you?"
"Oh God, yes. I know all about him."
"He's why I can't."
"I tell you, I know all about Jerrold. He isn't a good enough reason."
"Good enough for me."
"Not unless—" But he couldn't say it.
"Not unless he cares for me. That's why you're asking me, then, because you know he doesn't."
"Well, it wouldn't be much good if I knew he did."
"Eliot, it's awful of me to talk about it, as if he'd said he did. He never said a word. He never will."