"Oh! Was there?"
"There might have been."
"You mean—to—to marry?"
"No."
"Then—I suppose I can't help that sort. Men are—that way. Was it that girl at Silverwood?"
"No," he said, lying.
"Oh! Who was that girl at Silverwood?"
"A business acquaintance."
"I hear she is unusually pretty."
"Yes, very."