“I do.”
“And do you love Foedric as much as you do me?”
“Certainly. Why shouldn’t I? And now let me ask you a question. Do you love me?”
“With all my heart.”
“Then why do you bother me so, asking all these questions, and saying things I don’t understand? You appear to be surprised to find that I love Foedric. Why, I love everybody. What am I going to do, if I cannot love people as much as I want to?”
“You shall, Mona,” I replied, with a sudden softening of my heart toward her. “I was only going to suggest that, if you love Foedric, Antonia may not like you so well.”
Foedric began to protest that Antonia would not care, but Mona went right on with:
“Another complication. What possible difference could it make to Antonia?”
“Why, Antonia and Foedric love each other, you know.”
“Oh, they love each other, and therefore no one else can love either of them. Is that it? But you have just been talking with Antonia. Don’t you love her?”