Are you in love with me ?" "Not in the least.

Not the very smallest bit in the world.

I do not know anybody with whom I am less in love or less likely to be in love." "Then you must marry me.

If you were in love with me, I should run away.

My sainted Henrietta adored me, and I proved unworthy of adoration--though I was immensely flattered." "Yes; exactly! The way you treated your first wife ought to be sufficient to warn any woman against becoming your second." "Any woman who loved me, you mean.