“Yes, yes, please do!”
“I want my tea,” he said, with a smile.
“Oh, I beg your pardon!”
“How young you are!” he said.
“Young! How can you say such a thing?”
“Now really, Adela! As if I could ever be sarcastic with you!”
“That remark could only be sarcastic.”
He sipped his tea.
“No; you will always have youth in you. It is undying. It makes half your charm, my dear. And perhaps—”
“Yes?”