See?
And--of course--anything may happen at any moment.

He's plucky enough, and is not the sort of man to involve any other man in trouble--and that's why he stays alone.

Now you know! So you can put away your romantic notions of his being 'in love'! A very good thing for him if he were! It might draw him away from his present occupation.
In fact, the best that could happen to him would be that you should make him fall in love with YOU!" She gave a little cry.
"With ME ?" "Yes, with you! Why not?
Why don't you manage it?
A beautiful woman like you could win the game in less than a week ?" She shook her head sorrowfully.
"You do not know him!" she said--"But--HE knows!" "Knows what ?" She gave a despairing little gesture.
"That I love him!" "Ah! That's a pity!" said Gwent--"Men are curious monsters in their love-appetites; they always refuse the offered dish and ask for something that isn't in the bill of fare.

You should have pretended to hate him!" "I could not pretend THAT!" said Manella, sadly--"But if I could, it would not matter.

He does not want a woman." "Oh, doesn't he ?" Gwent was amused at her quaint way of putting it.
"Well, he's the first man I ever heard of, that didn't! That's all bunkum, my good girl! Probably he's crying for the moon!" "What is that ?" she asked, wistfully.
"Crying for the moon?
Just hankering after what can't be got.