"Your idea of friendship is pretty comprehensive. What's wrong with getting married, Alwynne?"
"Oh—I don't know."
"What's wrong with getting married, Alwynne?"
"How can I get married," cried Alwynne, in sudden exasperation, "when I'm not in love with you? You're silly sometimes, Roger."
"I suppose you're quite sure about it," he ventured cautiously.
"Oh, yes."
He looked utterly unconvinced.
"Why, I've hardly ever even dreamed about you," she remonstrated. "And I know all your faults."
"Oh, you do, do you? Out with the list."
"It would take too long." Alwynne dimpled.