"By not liking her." Edward's gloom, on this, was not quite blankness, yet it was dense.

"Do you like his not liking her ?" "Dear no.

No better than HE does." "And he doesn't-- ?" "Oh he hates it." "Of course I haven't asked him," Edward appeared to say more to himself than to his wife.
"And of course I haven't," she returned--not at all in this case, plainly, for herself.

"But I know it.

He'd like her if he could, but he can't.