He sat down next to her on the little striped sofa, and took her hand.
'Oh, give over, Mavis, do give over! I wish you wouldn't carry on like that; you do carry on, Mavis dear, don't you? Some days you go on something cruel, you do really. Reely, I mean. Now, cheer up and be jolly. Give a kiss to the pretty gentleman, and look at all these pretty good-conduct stripes on the sofa! There! That's better.'
'Don't speak as if I were a baby!'
'Do you mind telling me what we're quarrelling about, my dear? I only ask for information.'
'Oh, we're not. You're awfully sweet. You know I love you, Vincy.'
'I thought, perhaps, it was really all right.'
'Sometimes I feel miserable and jealous.'
He smiled. 'Ah! What are you jealous of, Mavis?'
'Oh, everything—everyone—all the people you meet.'
'Is that all? Well, you're the only person I ever meet—by appointment, at any rate.'