Nobody could." In his heart he agreed with her.

That Gabriella loved him more than he loved her was a fact to which he was easily reconciled.

He loved her quite as much as he could love anybody except himself and be comfortable, and if she demanded more, she merely proved herself to be an unreasonable person.

Women did love more than men, he supposed, but what else were they here for?
During the six months when he had thought that she belonged to another, she had, he told himself, almost driven him out of his mind; but possession once assured, he had speedily recovered his health and his sanity.

Her worship flattered him, and in this flattery she had, perhaps, her strongest hold on his heart.