"I wish we might"; and added, "of course, I do see her a good deal--one way and another. She comes quite often with Mr. Weatherby, but then I have the household and she has Mr. Weatherby. Do you think, Robin, she is going to marry him?" Robin paused a little before replying. "I don't know. I think he tries her a good deal. He is rich and rather spoiled, you know. Perhaps he has become indifferent to a good many of the things she thinks necessary." Edith did not reflect at the moment that this knowledge on Robin's part implied confidential relations with one of the two principals. Robin's knowledge was so wide and varied it was never her habit to question its source. "She would rather have him poor and ambitious, I suppose," she speculated thoughtfully. Then her hand crept over into his broad palm, and, looking up, she added: "Do you know, Robin, that for a few days--the first few days after she came--when you were with her a good deal--I almost imagined--of course, I was very foolish--but she is so beautiful and--superior, like you--and somehow you seemed different toward her, too--I imagined, just a little, that you might care for her, and I don't know--perhaps I was just the least bit jealous. I never was jealous before--maybe I wasn't then--but I felt a heavy, hopeless feeling coming around my heart. Is that jealousy?" His strong arm was about her and her face hidden on his shoulder. Then she thought that he was laughing--she did not quite see why--but he held her close. She thought it must all be very absurd or he would not laugh. Presently he said: "I do care for her a great deal, and always have--ever since she was a little girl. But I shall never care for her any more than I did then. Some day you will understand just why."