"Tell on."
"I'd give--I'd jump at the chance of marrying him to-morrow."
"I'll do you the justice to say that I don't believe you. Even if you're a lunatic, you can't be absolutely raving."
"Let me explain."
"With pleasure. Your remark will need all the explanation you can lay your hands on."
"Do you know what it is--to love a man?"
"I'm rather fond of mine."
"Fond!" Nothing could have exceeded the scorn which the girl's manner was meant to convey. "Do you know what it is for your love for a man to have become so part and parcel of your being that life means nothing without him?"
"I'm glad to say I don't."
"Then, I do. So that, you see, is where we differ."