“Exceptionally so.”
“And accomplished—and gracious—and has good manners and a velvet voice.”
“All of that.”
“And she’s kind—and gentle—and has high principles.”
“True.”
“She belongs to your people, your world.”
I only smiled.
“Joseph,” raising her sad eyes to mine, “you have loved her once, and now love me?”
“I have never loved Annabel, dear heart, but I do love you.”
“Why haven’t you loved her? How could you help it?”