"Trust them—for that."
"You asked me if I could care for you, Robert; you never asked me if I could care for them. You trusted me for that!"
"I could have forgiven you if you couldn't care for me."
"But you couldn't forgive me if I didn't care for them? Is that it?"
"No; I simply couldn't understand any woman not caring for them. I think you will like the little things, when you've seen them."
"I'll promise you one thing. I won't be jealous of them."
"Jealous? Why on earth should you be?"
"Some women are. I was afraid I might be that sort."
"Why?"
"Because—oh, because I care for you so awfully. But that's just it. That's why I can't be jealous of them. They're yours, you see. I can't separate them from you."