"I don't say she knows she's in love with you. She doesn't know it."
"Can you be in love without knowing it?"
"She could. If she knew it, do you think she'd have let me see it? And do you think I'd have given her away? I wouldn't now, only I know what you are, and she doesn't."
"No, indeed. You're right enough there."
They paused on that.
"You're quite sure," she said, "that you can't——"
It was as if she probed him, delicately, on behalf of their tragic friend. She turned her eyes away as she did it, that she might not see him shrink.
"No," he said. "Never again. Never again."
She withdrew the pressure of the gentle finger that had given him pain. "I only thought—" she murmured.
"What did you think?"