Her quick rejoinder overlapped his sentence. “Then you love her!”
“Is that an alternative?”
“With you—yes.”
“Faith, my lady, you’re frank!”
“I’m not mealy-mouthed. You don’t think yourself scrupulous, do you?”
“I’m afraid I am not.”
“I don’t mind so much your being in love with HER, though it’s not flattering to my vanity, but—” She stopped, letting him make the inference.
“Do you think that likely?” he asked, the color flushing his face.
He wondered how much Aline had told this confidante. Certain specific things he knew she had not revealed, but had she let her guess the situation between them?
She compromised with her conscience. “I don’t know. She is romantic—and Simon Harley isn’t a very fertile field for romance, I suppose.”