“You must hear me.”

“Go on.”

“I will suppose she does not imagine you mean to marry her.”

“She can’t!”

“Why not?”

“She’s not a fool, and she can’t imagine me such an idiot!”

“But may she not suppose you love her?”

He tried to laugh.

“You have never told her so?—never said or done anything to make her think so?”

“Oh, well! she may think so—after a sort of a fashion!”