“I don’t know why the other two tolerate you as a traveling companion.”
I know why I do. Because I’m in love with you. I can’t remember how the other two think—I know what they know but I can’t be what they are—but one’s too much of a fool to realize what you are to us, the other’s too clever by half to tell you. You’d never have thought I was Little Bear’s porridge, the happy medium, would you? Whenever I’ve half-admitted it—that’s been this me. The nasty one.
Do you want one-third of two hearts, Charley?