“If it were not?”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Ah!”
“Oh!”
“But thee loves another?” she said, toying with her cup.
He attempted to toy with his, but broke it. A man lacks delicacy in this kind of persiflage. “You mean I am loved by another,” he said bluntly.
“You dare to say that!” she said, flashing, in spite of her prim demeanor.
“No, but YOU did just now! You said your sister loved me!”
“Did I?” she said dreamily. “Dear! dear! That's the trouble of trying to talk like Mr. Blank's delightful dialogues. One gets so mixed!”