“And yet ‘perfect love casteth out fear,’ Gwen.”
“Exactly; I am not afraid of you now, excepting so far as is proper and expedient under the circumstances.”
He looked a little hurt.
“It can’t be proper and expedient in the slightest degree under any circumstances.”
“Well, I mean I should be afraid to flirt.”
“Surely you would find a better reason than that for refraining.”
“Oh, dear, you are so severely literal, Lawrence!”
“‘I must speak by the card or equivocation will undo me,’ as Shakespeare says somewhere.”
And then she pulled down his head, and whispered in his ear so softly:
“You dear old goose! Haven’t you found out yet that I love you?”