"What about? Oh, don't talk nonsense, Madame Zabriska."
"It's not nonsense. You behaved even worse than I think if you're not at least half in love with her."
Harry threw a quick glance at her.
"That would be very unlucky for me," he remarked.
"Very—now," said the Imp with every appearance of delight.
"London will be dull without you, Madame Zabriska."
"I'm not going to take any more trouble about you, anyhow."
He rose and walked over to her.
"In the end," he said more seriously, "what's your complaint against me?"
"You've made Cecily terribly unhappy."