"You are in love with her," I declared, reflectively
"I should say I was."
It was a unique sort of love, for he wanted me also to be in love with her
"If you are not in love with her you must have a heart of iron, or else your soul is dry as a raisin." With which he took to analyzing the prima donna's charms, going into raptures over her eyes, smile, gestures, manner of opening her mouth, and her swing and step as she walked over the stage
"No, I don't care for her," I replied
"You are a peculiar fellow."
"If I did fall in love," I said, by way of meeting him halfway, "I should choose Mrs. Segalovitch. She is a thousand times prettier than Mrs.
Klesmer."
"Tut, tut!"
Mrs. Segalovitch was certainly prettier than the prima donna, but she played unimportant parts, so the notion of one's falling in love with her seemed queer to Jake