“She gave you a plain hint, though.”
“To do what?”
“To do what? stupid! Why, to make love to her, to be sure.”
“Why, she is a married woman?”
“If she chooses to forget that, is it your business to remember it?”
“And if she was single, and the loveliest in the world, how could I court her when my heart is full of an angel?”
“If your heart is full, your head is empty. Why, you see nothing.”
“I can't see why I should belie my heart.”
“Can't you? Then I can. David, in less than a month Miss Fountain goes to this lady and stays a quarter of a year: she told me so herself. Oh, my ears are always open in your service ever since I did agree to be as great a fool as you are. Now don't you see that if you can't get Mrs. Bazalgette to invite you to her house, you must take leave of the other here forever?”
“I see what you mean, Eve; how wise you are! It is wonderful. But what is to be done? I am bad at feigning. I can't make love to her.”