“But I haven’t known you longer than the others,” said I, smiling.
“But you have known me so much better than the others,” said he deprecatingly.
“I am not quite sure of that.”
“Didn’t you talk to me more than to the others?”
“Yes.”
“And walk with me oftener than with the others?”
“Yes.”
“And didn’t you like me better than the others?”
“I think I did—yes, I did.”
“All that is very tepid. I can’t think why you don’t like me, when I like you so much.”