Is there someone ?" Celia did not blush, and without a sign of embarrassment, shook her head.
"I beg your pardon for asking.

I am sorry there is not; because, you see, you would understand more readily.

Well, there is someone I care for like that, and I am doing this to save her--I mean him," he corrected quickly, "from all that I should suffer if I stood up and faced the music, as you want me to do." "Whoever she is, she is not worth it," said Celia, her voice thrilling with indignation and scorn.
"I said 'him,'" he corrected, almost inaudibly.
"You said 'her,' first," retorted Celia.

"Of course, it's a woman--and a wicked, a selfish one.

No woman who had a spark of goodness in her would accept such a sacrifice." "You wrong her," he said.