This had occurred to me. But for no reason I can dignify with anything higher than the authority of a two-hundred-year-old gut I didn’t buy it.
“It’s possible,” I said. “Of course it’s possible.” “But you don’t think so” “No. I’m not sure why.”
Another silence, her intelligence working. Then a very slight smile. “It’s because it would be less romantic,” she said.

Author: Glen Duncan