"A man and a woman."
"What woman? What man?"
She tossed her head in a way that might have signified anything.
"You mean that we love others—you and I?" he hazarded.
She laughed distractingly.
"Perhaps you love," he pursued. "But I am heart-free."
She walked on in silence.
"I don't ask the name of the man, for that's your affair. But no woman lives who can stand in the way of my bolting with you or marrying you if I choose."
"You are very positive," she said at length. "What if I am the woman and you are the man?"
For a second or two he stared blankly. "Oh," he said, crestfallen. "I see. Thanks!"