I pointed to the Bench.
"My dear child, look at them! Why not talk higher mathematics to a boa-constrictor?"
"If he can't make them believe it, why should I?"
"Because you know."
"What?"
"Everything. You know he's in love with you, and you're in love with him."
"I'm not!"
Her voice quivered with passion; there was nothing for it but a bold stroke. And one risk more or less hardly mattered.
"Can you keep a secret, Sylvia?"
"It depends."