I've flirted--I've been spoons on men--you knew it.

Besides, I've nearly always told you.

I've told you without thinking it could possibly matter to you--to _you_ of all men! What do you care what I do ?--as long as I am to you what I have always been ?" "I--_don't_--care." "Of course not.

How _can_ you ?" She leaned nearer, dark and curious gaze searching his.

Then, with a nervous laugh voicing the impossible--"_You_ are not in love with me--that way.