"Will you marry me, Strelsa?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I have told Mr. Sprowl that I will marry him."
"Also because you don't love me; is that so?"
She said tranquilly: "I can't afford to marry you. I wouldn't love you anyway."
"Couldn't?"
"Wouldn't," she said calmly; but her face was crimson.
"Oh," he said under his breath—"you are capable of love."
"I think not, Mr. Quarren; but I am very capable of hate."