"I have never cared for Diana, except in a friendly way.

She amused me for a while when--when I was wretched.

But I never made love to her; not for a moment.

Afterward, why--then----" "Well; what then ?" as he hesitated, growing red again.
"I found she had taken my careless attentions in earnest, and the play was getting dangerous.

So I went abroad." Louise considered this explanation seriously.