“Of course she does—that is,—now, now why would you ask such a silly question as that? A love like mine just reaches forth and surrounds her; and it couldn’t do that if she didn’t—well, you know how those things are.”
“Oh, certainly. If she loves you and you love her, that makes it complete, and as I am a bit tired, and this leaves no more to be said——”
“But there is more to be said! Why don’t you ask me some questions?”
“Silly questions?”
“No! Of course not! Some plain, common-sense questions.”
“Well, then, is she beautiful?”
“Odds walruses, Adam, she is the most beautiful girl that ever breathed. She surpasses rubies and diamonds and pearls. She eclipses——”
“Ah, but is she lovely?”
“Lovely?—She’s a dream of loveliness. I wish you could see her! You would throw stones at your grandmother, if you could see how lovely she is. Lovely!—Can’t you invent some better word—something that means more? Lovely doesn’t express it. Go on, go on, ask me something more!”
“Oh, well, is she pretty or plain?”