"I wouldn't be reasonable for the throne of Cæsar——"
"You must be serious.... You must let me talk seriously with you. I.... I shall be offended if you do not. I shall think your love is only froth."
This brought him upright, a queer gleam in his eyes.
"Well, then...." he said. It was his Marmion tone. It implied, "Come one, come all; this rock shall fly from its firm base as soon as I."
"Go on, please...." he added, as she did not at once speak.
"Then," said Sophy, looking away from him, "you must think of last night as ... as a 'Twelfth Night's' madness. Very sweet.... Yes, beautiful in its way ... but just a moment's dream.... When you ... really love some one ... you will know that it was only a dream...."
"'When I really love some one'?"
"Yes."
"You think that?"
"Yes."