"That's just what I think myself."
As she spoke, the girl turned back towards her companion and laughed.
"Oh, yes, I was certainly in love with him. The sun rose and set in his eyes for me; I thought of him by day and dreamed of him by night; when he looked at me I felt my heart give one delightful throb and then go on as if it were beating to delicious music. He was never absent from me really; he—"
"That's quite enough," interrupted Carolyn, harshly; and she added, after a moment:
"I don't believe one word you have said."
"Why not?" Prudence lifted her eyebrows.
"Because if you had loved him like that you would not have thought of any one else."
"Pshaw! While the fever was on, you mean."
"Prudence, why won't you be serious?"
"Because you are serious enough for two,—yes, for a dozen."