“I tell you I do; — quite as much, and perhaps more than I should love any of the others. Only there are plenty of things that aren't in Anton that I would love in the other men.”

“What, for instance?”

“It doesn't matter. But a sort of strong understanding, in some men, and then a dignity, a directness, something unquestioned that there is in working men, and then a jolly, reckless passionateness that you see — a man who could really let go — — ”

Dorothy could feel that Ursula was already hankering after something else, something that this man did not give her.

“The question is, what do you want,” propounded Dorothy. “Is it just other men?”