"Bibbs, do you--" Her voice was as unsteady as his--little more than a whisper.

"Do you think I'm--in love with you ?" "No," he said.
Somewhere in the still air of the room there was a whispered word; it did not seem to come from Mary's parted lips, but he was aware of it.
"Why ?" "I've had nothing but dreams," Bibbs said, desolately, "but they weren't like that.

Sibyl said no girl could care about me." He smiled faintly, though still he did not look at Mary.

"And when I first came home Edith told me Sibyl was so anxious to marry that she'd have married ME.

She meant it to express Sibyl's extremity, you see.