"You mean it wasn't deliberate?"
"Good Lord, no!"
"In fact a kind of accident?"
"One might say so."
"Any harm done?"
"Harm?" Stowell turned white and began to stammer. "I .... no, that is to say .... no, I've never heard...."
"And yet he promised to marry the girl?"
"He felt responsible for her. He couldn't be a scoundrel."
"Did he care for her—love her?"
"I can't say that, Sir. He might have thought he did."