"I don't really know," he said. He glanced at me, one eyebrow raised. "Does that sound unfeeling?" "I couldn't say," I said, a little tartly. "Surely you'd know better than I whether you had feelings for her or not." "I did, yes." He let his head fall back on the pillow, his thick fair hair loose about his shoulders. "Or I do, perhaps. That's why I came, do you see?" "No, I can't say that I do."