"Of course."
"Good heavens, Smith! I didn't think you had it in you to frivol."
"Why—I don't know," he said, smilingly. "I'm intensely happy."
I eyed him gloomily: "Yes," said I, "no doubt you are—winning the affections of the girl you wish to marry. By the way, has she been civil enough to tell you who she really is?"
"No," he replied cheerfully.
"Do you mean to tell me you are engaged to marry a girl who refuses to disclose her identity?"
"Exactly."
"How the devil is she going to marry you? Under an assumed name?"
"That is for Clelia to decide."
"That," said I, "is a most remarkable view to take of the situation."