Then Nan, with an effort, said quietly: "Do you want to marry a woman who has no love to give you ?" He drew a step nearer.
"I'll teach you how to love," he said unevenly.

"I'll make you love me--love me as I love you." "No, no," she answered.

"You can't do that, Roger.

You can't." His face whitened.

Then, with his piercing eyes bent on her as though to read her inmost thoughts, he asked: "What do you mean?
Is there--anyone else ?" "Yes." The answer came very low.
"And you care for him ?" She nodded.
"But we can never be anything to each other," she said, still in that same low, emotionless voice.
"Then--then--you'd grow to care--" "No.