"Naturally… Naturally, I asked her to marry me for a reason," Oliver said.
"Aye, aye," Greeves said. "And that reason for you was because of the sword, wasn't it? You saw what she'd defended, and you thought 'damn it all, I can't be without that.' Didn't you? That was a soldier's way of looking at a woman. You reckon she's useful, and you don't mind her, but for you, that suggestion of marriage was just a tool. You don't love her."
"…" Oliver did not deny it. He didn't know enough about romantic matters to declare with certainty that he knew what love was.
"She understood that well enough, but she didn't mind it," Greeves said. "She accepted anyway. Because at least you were a step closer to it than you were with any other woman. She was determined that she'd draw it out of you. I reckon, you know, the real uncertain one here, is you. I don't think you'd be in the same situation if you loved the girl."
