“Now, Harry, you’re not pretending to be affronted with me?”
“Affronted? No.”
“But you’ve tumbled into love?”
“Is there anything surprising in that?” he said in rather an injured tone.
She took no notice of the question beyond remarking, with a sigh—
“No, I don’t in the least believe in heredity.”
“What are you up to now?” he inquired resignedly.
“If there were anything in it, don’t tell me that, after centuries of falling in love, and out of it, man would not have developed some sort of understanding how to do it.”
“That’s evolution,” said Harry.
“Imagine your knowing! Well, whatever it is, does nothing tell you what is labour lost?”