“It is mine no longer to show you,” said Jimmie.
“I think you must have loved that woman very deeply.” She was tempting him as she had tempted no man before, feeling a cruel, senseless joy in it. His voice vibrated.
“Yes. I loved her infinitely.”
“What was she like?”
“Like all the splendid flowers of the earth melted into one rose,” said Jimmie.
“I wish some one had ever said that about me,” she whispered.
“Many must have thought it.”
“She must be a happy woman to be loved by you.”
“By me? Who am I that I could bring happiness to a woman? I have never told her.”
“Why not?” she whispered. “Do you suppose you can love a woman without her knowing it?”