'That's one of the things one so likes in her.

She'd never hold out a finger, however much she cared.' 'You will have to hold out both hands,' said Helen.
'You think she won't have me unless I can pretend to be in love with her?
I'm afraid I can't take that on.' 'I'm glad you can't.

She is too good for such usage.

No,' said Helen, holding her scales steadily, 'perfect frankness is the only way.

If she knows that you really care for her--even if you are not romantic--if you can make her feel that the money--though a necessity--is secondary, and wouldn't have counted at all unless you had come to care, I should say that your chances are good--since you have reason to believe that she has fallen in love with you.' 'It's not as if I denied her anything I had to give, is it ?' Gerald pondered on the point of conscience she put before him.
'You mean that you're incapable of caring more for any woman than for Althea ?' 'Of course not.