“No, I don’t.”
“Do you like me?”
“I would if you wouldn’t make such an idiot of yourself. You certainly are very agreeable to talk to.”
He came closer, his lids falling. The fine repose of his manner was a trifle ruffled. “Do you love anybody else?” he asked.
“I do not.”
“Then let me love you.”
“I shall not.”
“Then if you don’t love your husband and you like me and will not let me love you, you must have a lover.”
Patience burst into brief hilarity.
“Is that the logic of your kind?”