"Who?" said Deronda, changing color.
"The woman you love."
It was not a moment for deliberate explanation. He was obliged to say, "Yes."
"Not ambitious?"
"No, I think not."
"Not one who must have a path of her own?"
"I think her nature is not given to make great claims."

"Who?"
"The woman you love."
He was obliged to say, "Yes."
"Not ambitious?"
"No, I think not."
