“But you said no.”
“Naturally! Didn’t you wish me to say that?”
“I wanted you to tell the truth.”
“Well, I did.”
“There it is again! I’m afraid you don’t really love me.”
She tilted her head on one side and looked at him a moment. “Would you like me to say I don’t want you to go to Paris?”
“Not that, exactly; but all the time I’m gone I shall be longing for you.”
“I should hope so! It would be pretty bad if you didn’t.”
“Now you see what I mean about you. I want you to be longing for me all the time, until I return.”