Do you think I could care for a man like that ?" "I never did think so until now," returned Paul steadily.

"Your excuses accuse you.

You may care for him.

I do not know; I--do--not--care." She turned slowly and went back to her chair.
Mechanically she took up the brush, and shook back her beautiful hair.
"You mean you do not care for me," she said.

"Oh, Paul! be careful." Paul stood looking at her.