"'Tis very real, Betty, I live but to win you and—win you I shall."
"You are vastly confident, sir."
"Truly," he smiled, "'tis so my nature. And I am determined to possess you—soon or late, Betty."
"Even against my will?" she questioned.
"Aye, against your will!" he murmured.
"Even supposing that I—despised you?"
"'Twould but make you the more adorable, Betty."
"Even though you knew I—loved another man?"
"'Twould make you the more desirable, Betty."
At this she turned and looked at him and, under that look, Mr. Dalroyd actually lowered his eyes; but his laugh was light enough none the less.