“I haven’t the least idea what you are talking about, but what does it matter? What does anything matter, except that we love each other, and are the happiest creatures on earth? Business, indeed! Why need we trouble ourselves to talk about business? Margot, do you know that you have a dimple in the middle of your cheek? The most beautiful dimple in the world!”
Margot shook her head at him with a pretence of disapproval, smiling the while, so as to show off the dimple to the best advantage.
“You mustn’t make me conceited. I am vain enough already to know that you love me, and have taken so much trouble to please me. It was kind of you!”
“What was kind, sweetheart? There is no kindness in loving you. I had no choice in the matter, for I simply could not help myself!”
“Ah, but you know what I mean! You have given me my two greatest desires! I can’t tell you how happy I was when I saw it.”
He stared at her for a moment, then smiled complacently.
“You mean—my note?”
“No, I didn’t mean your note. Not this time. I meant the magazine!”
“Magazine!”
The accent of bewilderment was unmistakably genuine, and Margot hastened to explain still further.