"But you are not that," she says, lifting her brows and seeming half amused at his boldness.
"By one word you can make me so."
"Can I? What is the word?"
This is puzzling; but Mr. Ronayne, nothing daunted says,—
"You have only to say, 'you are,' and I am."
"It isn't Christmas yet," says Mrs. Bohun: "you shouldn't throw conundrums at me out of season. It is too much? 'you are and I am.' I couldn't guess it, indeed; I'm anything but clever."
"If you say the 'I will,' you will find the solution to our conundrum at once."
"But that is two words."
"Olga, does the fact that I love you carry no weight with it at all."
"But do you love me—really?"