"Yes," she answered after a moment, "but it cannot be with you, my friend."
She withdrew her fingers and stepped back; she made a gesture of friendly repulsion. "You have said all that can be said, you have gifts greater than you yourself believe; and I have been tempted; but it is no use, there are deeper things than luxuries and the magazines of merchandise--much deeper. No, no, I cannot marry you; if you were as rich as Midas, as powerful as Caesar, I would not marry you--never, never, never."
"You love another," he said boldly. "You love Carnac Grier."
"I do not love you--isn't that enough?"
"Almost--almost enough," he said, embarrassed.