"I don't know, Basil," said Diana meekly.
"Where did it begin?"
"I don't know that either. O, begin? I think the beginning was very long ago, when I learned to honour you so thoroughly."
"Honour is very cold work; don't talk to me about honour," said Basil.
"I have fed and supped on honour, and felt very empty!"
"Well, you have had it," said Diana contentedly.
"Go on. When did it change into something else?"
"It has not changed," said Diana mischievously.
"When did you begin to give me something better?"
"Do you know, Basil, I cannot tell? I was not conscious myself of what was going on in me."
"When?"