But I will not marry you, Louis.

It is good of you, dear of you to ask it.

But it is too utterly unwise.

And I will not." "Why ?" "Because," she said, frankly, "I love you better than I do myself." She forced another laugh, adding: "Unlike the gods, whom I love I do not destroy." "That is a queer answer, dear--" "Is it?
Because I say I love you better than I do myself?
Why, Louis, all the history of my friendship for you has been only that.

Have you ever seen anything selfish in my affection for you ?".
"Of course not, but--" "Well, then! There isn't one atom of it in my love for you, either.