She nodded. "That's about the strength of the position, Edward," she said. "I suppose you would think it's not a good one. Unfortunately one can't make bargains about love."
"But you're not certain about it, are you? You don't know if you are in love. You only think you're in love."
Valetta said: "I'm not quite certain what love is, but if it is continuously worrying about somebody, being unhappy about them, wishing things could be different, wanting to be with them, being miserable because one knows so little about them; then I'm in love."
"It certainly sounds like it," said Standen. "What a louse he must be to make you feel like that."
Valetta said: "I don't think he's a louse, Edward. He may be, of course— I don't know. I don't know anything very much about him except that I have a
