"Yes, you are. You're looking at them now!"
"Only because you mentioned them. I won't look at them if you tell me not to!..."
"I don't want to tell you anything," she murmured. "I only want you to go away!..."
"I know that, dearest, but just let me tell you this. My name is John MacDermott!..."
"I don't care what your name is," she interrupted. "It doesn't interest me in the least!..."
"But it will, Eleanor, darling. When you're married to me!..."
She burst out laughing, "I think you're mad," she said.
"I was very lonely, Eleanor, when I saw you. I have not got a friend in London!..." He omitted to remember the existence of Hinde. "I come from Ireland!..."
"Oh!"
"And I had not been in London more than a day when I saw you. I fell in love with you at once!..."