"Rather!"
"Are you in love with your fiancé?"
"He doesn't belong to the class of men with whom one can really be in love. But I don't know. Love? Hm! What is love?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"Oh, you know what I mean. He's very respectable, awfully respectable, but, but, but...."
"But?"
"He's so proper."
She looked at Falander with a smile which would have saved the absent fiancé, if he could have seen it.
"He isn't demonstrative enough?" asked Falander curiously, in an unsteady voice.
She drank her glass of punch, paused, shook her head, and said with a theatrical sigh: