"You are wrong; and I am not sentimental."
"Well, I believe you did get over it; but you're a loyal and generous little thing, Di, and you're worrying over a man who is entirely capable of looking out for himself."
"That's what I want him to do."
"He's doing it, very gracefully. Later, with equal and fetching grace he'll let some wealthy girl do it for him."
"That would be contemptible; he isn't."
"Now, does the world so consider an advantageous marriage, little sister? Besides, that is exactly what we have planned for ourselves, isn't it?"
"We? What are we, anyway, compared to a man who can count in the world!" flashed out Diana, surprised at her own vehemence, aware that her sister was even more astonished and chagrined.
"What on earth are you saying?" she exclaimed. "Are you in love with that man?"
"No."
"One might infer as much."