“I love him,” said Audrey.
“Ah!” sighed the young Baronet, “lucky Jake!”
“Frank, don’t be tiresome. Do you really want me to blow for you? No, not for ever. I know you are going to say it, and it would simply be silly. If I am going to stop here, you must talk sense.”
“I have hardly said anything yet.”
“Well, don’t say it. Sit down and play.”
“I don’t want to play: I want to be serious. Why am I so obnoxious to you, Audrey?”
“Now I shall go.”
“No. Do be patient. Really, you know, you have never yet said, in so many words, why you won’t marry me.”
“Yes I have. It is because I couldn’t possibly call myself Audrey Orsden of Audley.”
“Well, if you will be flippant.”