No, not strong enough for that.'
He seemed to be reassuring himself.
'Then of course that can't be called love,' said Whelpdale.
'Perhaps not. But, as I told you, a preference of this kind can
be heightened into emotion, if one chooses. In the case of which
I am thinking it easily might be. And I think it very improbable
indeed that I should repent it if anything led me to indulge such
an impulse.'
Whelpdale smiled.
'This is very interesting. I hope it may lead to something.'
'I don't think it will. I am far more likely to marry some woman
for whom I have no preference, but who can serve me materially.'
'I confess that amazes me. I know the value of money as well as
you do, but I wouldn't marry a rich woman for whom I had no
preference. By Jove, no!'
'Yes, yes. You are a consistent sentimentalist.'
'Doomed to perpetual disappointment,' said the other, looking
disconsolately about the room.
'Courage, my boy! I have every hope that I shall see you marry
and repent.'
'I admit the danger of that. But shall I tell you something I
have observed? Each woman I fall in love with is of a higher type
than the one before.
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