"Tell me, he hasn't ever kissed you, has he?"
"Oh, Valentia!"
"I beg your pardon, darling. I felt sure he hadn't."
"Of course he has."
"He has!—Where?"
"How do you mean, where? Oh! at every dance where we've ever met. He always does, whenever he can. Is it so dreadful? He's such a boy!"
"Fancy your liking him enough for that!" said Valentia, stupefied.
"Oh, he's a darling; and the only person I ever could possibly marry."
"It's rather serious," said Valentia; "and poor Van who is so devoted!"
"He isn't, really," said Daphne decidedly.