"Not more than I wanted you and Sutton."
He seemed aware of her secret antagonism, yet without resentment, waiting till it had died down before he spoke again. He was sitting beside her now.
"What are you going to do about Conway?"
"Nothing. Except lie about him to his father."
"That's all right as long as you don't lie about him to yourself."
"I've lied about him to other people. Never to myself. I was in love with him, if that's what you mean. But he finished that. What's finished is finished. I haven't a scrap of feeling for him left."
"Are you quite sure?"
"Quite. I'm not even sorry he's dead."
"You've forgiven him?"
"I'm not always sure about that. But I'm trying to forget him."