"I do, I do. Dora mine, I am crazy for you," I replied. "Now I know what real love means."
She sighed, and after a pause her grave, strained mien broke into a smile
"So all you told me about Matilda was a lie, was it?" she said, roguishly.
"There is no such person in the world, is there?"
"Don't talk about her, pray. You don't understand me. I never was happy before. Never in my life."
"Never at all?" she questioned me, earnestly
"Never, Dora dearest. Anyhow, let bygones be bygones. All I know is that I love you, that I am going crazy for you. Oh, I do love you." "And nobody else?"
"And nobody else."
"And you are not lying?"
"Lying? Why should you talk like that, dearest?"