"Captain Hewes says you are the supreme type—the perfect American."
"Yes, but he thinks of me as a type. Some day perhaps he will think of me as a woman."
She brought the conversation back to Jean. "You need not let the thought of her loneliness trouble you."
"You think then that I am going to lose her?"
"You have lost her already."
Sparks burned in the Doctor's eyes. "I don't believe it. She has known him a few days—and I've given her my whole life."
"'Forsaking all others,'" murmured Drusilla.
"Yet she loves me."
"It isn't that she loves you less—she loves him more."
"Don't," he lifted his hand. "I am not sure that I can stand it."