“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be you, don’t you see?”
“Yes, and I’d be frightfully jealous if I had been somebody else.” She laughed. “Oh, Phil! What a conversation! I hope no one is listening.”
“I’m sure they’re not. They couldn’t understand anyway.”
“Not unless they’re quite mad—as we are. What are you doing? Working?”
“Yes, drawing a deed for an acre in Paradise.”
“Don’t be foolish. Who for?”
“Me. And there’s a deed of trust.”
“I’ll sign that.”
“We’ll both sign it. It’s well secured, Jane. Don’t you believe me?”