He bent over and kissed her. "More than anybody in the world," he answered.
"You're not just lettin' on?" she continued.
"Letting on!"
"Aye. Makin' out you love me, an' you on'y passin' the time, divertin' yourself?"
He was angry with her. How could she imagine that he would pretend to love her?...
"I do love you," he insisted, "and I'll always love you. I feel that ... that!..."
He fumbled for words to express his love for her, but could not find any.
"Ah, well," she said, "it doesn't matter whether you're pretendin' or not. I'm quaren happy anyway!"
She struggled out of his embrace and put her arms round his neck and kissed him. She remained thus with her arms round him and her face close to his, gazing into his eyes as if she were searching for something....
"What are you thinkin', Sheila?" he asked.