"And now tell me; I want to know all about it. When Mr. Sheldrake gave me your note I was regularly knocked over. I had to read it twice before I could make sure. How long have you known Mr. Sheldrake? And how did you come to know him? And how did he find out about you and me?"
Lovers are never tired of asking questions. In this respect they resembled the character of the American people, which, if I were asked to define tersely, I should define thus: ?
"It's like a delightful fairy story," said Lizzy.
"Nonsense, Lizzie. Do be sensible."
"It isn't nonsense, Alf. It really and truly is like a delightful fairy story, and if you don't think so, I'll not tell you anything about it."
"I'll say it's like anything, if you'll only tell me all about it."
"Well, then, I must commence properly. Once upon a time—" Here she paused, in the most tantalising manner, and asked, "Where do I live?"
"Why, where you lived the last time I was at your place."
"How long ago is that?" with an air of not having the most remote idea as to whether it was a day, or a week, or a year.
"This day last week, you little tease."