He threw himself back with a sudden wail.
“To both!” he cried; “to both!”
He was himself again directly.
“Bah!” he cried; “what a woman I am! Renny, you shall for once find me sick of philosophy and human.”
I resumed my seat, fairly dumfounded at this revelation of unwonted depths in my friend, and stared at him in silence; once more he leaned forward and seemed to read me through.
“Renny, tell me—do you wish to make Dolly your wife?”
“Duke, upon my soul I don’t know.”
“Do you love her?”
“If I thought I did, as you meant it, I could answer your first question.”
“And you can’t?”