"All right. I know I did. Only do think things out."
"What's the matter with your brain to-night?" Jenny asked.
"Why?"
"You've taken a sudden craze for thinking."
"Oh, do be serious," he said petulantly. "Here are we. We meet. We fall in love at once. We roam about London in a sort of mist of love and we haven't settled anything."
"Why can't we go on roaming about, as you call it?"
"We can—up to a point. Only——" he hesitated.
"Only what?"
"Look here. Are you sure I'm the right person, not a possible, but the person you've dreamed of, thought of?"
"I'm sure you're a darling."