I grant you that I am the favourite at present; but she is just the sort of woman to be won by any man who would really prove himself worthy of her.

Her liking for me is a mere idle fancy, which would soon die out for want of fuel.

You are my superior in every way--younger, handsomer, better.

Why should you not go in for this thing, Gil ?" "Because I have no heart to give any woman, John.

And even if I were free, I would not give my heart to a woman whose affection had to be diverted from another channel before it could be bestowed upon me.