‘Well, then, you shouldn’t be so nice.’
‘You really still think that I am nice?’
‘Fishing!’
‘After all these months?’
‘Nicer and nicer every day.’
‘Not a bit tired?’
‘You blessing! When I am tired of you, I shall be tired of life.’
‘How wonderful it all seems!’
‘Does it not?’
‘To think of that first day at the tennis-party. “I hope you are not a very good player, Mr. Crosse!”—“No, Miss Selby, but I shall be happy to make one in a set.” That’s how we began. And now!’