"That I care for? No, Robert, there's no one."
"Are you quite sure? Quite honest. Think."
"Do you mean Wilfrid Marston?"
"Yes."
"I certainly do not care for him."
He raised his head at that; but he did not look at her.
"Thank God!" he said.
"Do you think as badly of him as all that?"
"Don't ask me what I think of him."
"Would you think badly of me if I'd married him?"