"Nothing has happened," I insisted.
"Oh, yes, this—er—Bennet is undoubtedly in love with you."
"Well, suppose he is?" I said. "What does it matter to you? If you don't care for me, why shouldn't other men?"
He turned around and looked at me hard a moment. Then he got up, walked up and down a while, and then came over and took my face up in his hand.
"Nora, will you give up this chap if I ask you to?"
I was piling up proof that he cared for me more than he would admit. I said flippantly:
"Old 'Dog in the Manger,' will you love me if I do?"
He said in a low voice:
"I can't."