"Yes, your native timidity."
"I'm desperate, Elliott. Am I in love? Never, never did I feel so d—n miserable. I can't sleep; honestly, I'm incapable of eating properly."
"Same symptoms noticed in the case of Colette."
"Listen, will you?"
"Hold on a moment, I know the rest by heart. Now let me ask you something. Is it your belief that Rue Barrée is a pure girl?"
"Yes," said Clifford, turning red.
"Do you love her,—not as you dangle and tiptoe after every pretty inanity—I mean, do you honestly love her?"
"Yes," said the other doggedly, "I would—"
"Hold on a moment; would you marry her?"
Clifford turned scarlet. "Yes," he muttered.