The hospitality of Port Mallett ought to leave them with no regrets." He laughed.

"But they are not loved," he said.

"They know it.

That's why they drift on." She turned on him white and tremulous.
"Haven't you even the excuse of caring for her ?" "Who ?" "A neighbour's wife--who comes drifting into your hospitable haven!" "I don't pretend to love her, if that is what you mean," he said pleasantly.
"Then you make her believe it--and that's dastardly!" "Oh, no.

Women don't love unless made love to.