"Look here, Edie, you're a woman, and you know all about them. Do you really, honestly think Anne ever was in love with me?"
"Oh, don't ask me. How should I know?"
"No, but," he persisted, "what do you think?"
"I think she was in love."
"But not with me, though?"
"No, no, not with you."
"With whom, then?"
"Darling idiot, there wasn't any who. If there was, do you think I'd give her away like that? If you'd asked me what she was in love with—"
"Well, what then?"
"Your goodness. She was head over ears in love with that."