'I love you. I love you.'
She drew away a little.
'Oh, you needn't be afraid. I shan't touch you. Why won't you believe me?'
'Do men always glare savagely like that at women they love?'
'Why won't you believe me?'
'How long have you known me?'
'All my life. A fortnight—three weeks. But that's a lifetime.'
'And what do you know about me?'
'Everything. I know that you're adorable. And I adore you.'
'Adorable—at moments. Do you know whether I am—married, for example?'