'Don't you think a reasonable inference is that—I love you?'
She laughed.
'You know I love you,' he persisted.
'Oh, the conventions of the game! the necesary formula, like "Dear" at the beginning of a letter!' she cried.
'You don't believe me?'
'Qui m'aime me suive,' she said, spurring Bézigue into a rapid trot.
XII.
But the next day he found her already installed in their nook among the trees.
'I hate people who doubt my word,' he said.
'Oh, now you hate me?'