“You are in love!” she cried triumphantly. “It’s no use... Own up that I’m right.”
“I believe that I have already admitted to you that it is a state which frequently overtakes me,” he replied.
But his manner, despite its banter, lacked assurance. He felt that she was not in the least deceived.
“And you never told me!” she said reproachfully.
“There is nothing to tell. My love affairs never lead anywhere. Besides, it’s such an old story.”
“Old!” she echoed.
He smiled at the indignant incredulity in her voice.
“It’s running Jacob’s romance pretty close now,” he said.
“You are trying to put me off the scent,” she declared,—“if there is any scent. You won’t persuade me that you have been in love for seven years, and that I knew nothing about it.”
“Six years and nearly nine months, to be exact,” he answered.