“And not yours?” The question was very direct.
“No, by God, I believe not mine either. I want her to be happy—I think of nothing else.”
“And isn’t she?”
“You know the life she’s led!”
“Well?”
“Doesn’t that answer the question? He treats her as if she didn’t exist. I verily believe he isn’t even conscious of her.”
“Is she in love with you?”
Quiltan hesitated. “Not yet—but I think I could make her.”
“Ha! Make her love you that you may make her happy, eh? Roundabout scheme, isn’t it?”
“She shall be happy. I’m determined on that.”