‘That’s a darling Susan! But now, before we go, I must put you through a strict cross-examination. To begin with—you are positive you love me?’
‘Positive.’ Susan, laughing, lays her hands against his shoulders, pressing him back.
‘That doesn’t look like it!’
‘It’s true, though!’—laughing.
‘And it isn’t out of pity?’
‘I’ll certainly have to pity you soon. Are you going out of your mind?’
‘No wonder if I were.’ He swiftly undoes that unkind touch upon his shoulders, and takes her in his arms and kisses her.
‘I don’t think that is cross-examination,’ says she reproachfully. No doubt later on she will be capable of developing a little wit of her own.
‘You are right. To continue, then: how much do you love me?’
‘Better’—Susan’s eyes, now sweeter than ever, raise themselves to his for one shy moment—‘than anyone.’