"I swear to you on my solemn oath that I had never seen that infernal girl before in my life."
"She seemed to know you so well."
"She was a perfect, complete, total, utter and absolute stranger."
"Are you sure? Perhaps you had simply forgotten all about her."
"I swear it," said George, and only just stopped himself from adding "by yonder moon." "If you want to know what I think...."
"Oh, I do."
"I believe she was mad. Stark, staring mad."
Molly decided that the anguish had lasted long enough. A girl has to judge these things to a nicety. Sufficient agony is good for a man, stimulating his mind and keeping him bright and alert: but too much is too much.
"Poor old Georgie!" she said soothingly. "You don't really suppose for a moment that I believe a word of what she said, do you?"
"What! You didn't?"