“Nonsense! I never was in love with her.”
“Then why were you going to marry her?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It seemed a good idea at the time.”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Eustace bent a little further over the end of the bed and patted her hair.
“Do have some barley-water,” he said. “Just a sip!”
“You are in love with her!” sobbed Jane.
“I’m not! I love you!”
“You don’t!”
“Pardon me!” said Eustace firmly. “I’ve loved you ever since you gave me that extraordinary drink with Worcester sauce in it on the boat.”