“But what about Helen Daindrie?”
“Why shouldn’t she love him? He is strong, and courageous. He has wonderful ideas. His whole life—I feel that—is nothing but his ideas. She should love him.”
“Is there room for Helen in one so full of ideas?”
“He loves her, so there must be.”
“She does not love him, so perhaps there isn’t.”
Cornelia looked at him blushing.
“She does not love him, David. What is it to you? Can you make her love him, David, by staying away?”
David’s blush was crimson.
“I—I don’t mean that. N-no. I—I don’t know what I mean.”
He began pulling at his handkerchief with nervous fingers.