But you'd understand.

It's dead open an' shut you would." A little later, swinging along the flat of the valley, through the little clearings of the farmers and the ripe grain-stretches golden in the sunshine, Billy turned to Saxon again.
"Say, you've ben in love with fellows, lots of times.

Tell me about it.
What's it like ?" She shook her head slowly.
"I only thought I was in love--and not many times, either--" "Many times!" he cried.
"Not really ever," she assured him, secretly exultant at his unconscious jealousy.

"I never was really in love.

If I had been I'd be married now.