‘Be quite, quite honest for a minute, Gundred. Strip your soul stark, and tell me whether you love me.’
‘Oh, don’t hold my hands like that. It’s so hot....’
‘You are always cool, my dear—a capital refrigerator you are.’
‘Kingston, you are unkind this afternoon.’
‘Well, what about my answer? Do you really love me, Gundred?’
Gundred still shirked the inquisition, though secretly she enjoyed it.
‘I am engaged to you,’ she answered.
‘That is the muffled up, overdressed sort of thing you always say,’ replied Kingston. ‘Give me the bare, naked truth. Do you truly love me, Gundred?’
She turned upon him with a flash of inspiration.
‘You would never ask me such a question if you weren’t sure of your answer already,’ she cried.