"But I gave you an answer."
"Not a definite one."
"I don't know how to make it any more definite. I told you I ... liked you better than anybody else, and some day, perhaps—"
"Well, that's not definite. Why don't you like me well enough to marry me?"
"Oh, but I do," she insisted warmly.
"You do...?" He was nonplussed by that example of logic.
"Yes, indeed I do."
"Well, why don't you?" There was more than a hint of exasperation in his voice. He was fast losing his temper.
"Because...."
"Because why? For goodness' sake, can't you give me a real reason ... something I can use my teeth on?"