“Why shouldn’t I have been in love?” asked the little man, angrily.
“I can’t imagine you in love,” said the Duke, smiling.
“And I can’t imagine YOU. You’re too pleased with yourself,” growled Noaks.
“Spur your imagination, Noaks,” said his friend. “I AM in love.”
“So am I,” was an unexpected answer, and the Duke (whose need of sympathy was too new to have taught him sympathy with others) laughed aloud. “Whom do you love?” he asked, throwing himself into an arm-chair.
“I don’t know who she is,” was another unexpected answer.
“When did you meet her?” asked the Duke. “Where? What did you say to her?”
“Yesterday. In the Corn. I didn’t SAY anything to her.”
“Is she beautiful?”
“Yes. What’s that to you?”