Her honest blue eyes met his:
"If he asked me; and if he still wished it—after he knew."
"Could you ever be less to him—and perhaps more, Rita?"
"Do you mean—"
He nodded deliberately.
She hung her head.
"Yes," she said, "if I could be no more I would be what I could."
"And you tell me that, after all that you have said?"
"I did not pretend to speak for men, Kelly. I told you that women had, and women still would overlook the chances menacing them and face the odds dauntlessly…. Because, whatever a man is—if a woman loves him enough—he is worth to her what she gives."
"Rita! Rita! Is it you who content yourself with such sorry philosophy?"