"You don't understand me--or you won't."
"I understand you better than you imagine. You are not the first jealous man I have known."
He went white and red.
"It isn't jealousy; I swear it isn't."
"It is a matter of complete indifference to me what it is. I object to it in any case."
He was silent for some seconds. He stared at his toes.
"Tell me one thing--have you proposed to her?"
"I shall tell you nothing. After the tone which you have used towards me I decline to allow you to ask me questions."
He got off the arm of the chair.
"Then God help her." He went to the door. At the door he turned again. "I don't believe that He will suffer it."