"I'll—what?"
"Burst yourself!" and she nodded her head at him.
Then he clapped his hands together, and turned his head away from her towards the little temple. "I wonder whether she knows what love is," he said, as though he were addressing himself to Mrs. Arthur de Bever.
"No, she don't," said Miss Boncassen.
"But I do," he shouted, turning back towards her. "I do. If any man were ever absolutely, actually, really in love, I am the man."
"Are you indeed, Mr. Longstaff? Isn't it pleasant?"
"Pleasant;—pleasant? Oh, it could be so pleasant."
"But who is the lady? Perhaps you don't mean to tell me that."
"You mean to say you don't know?"
"Haven't the least idea in life."