"And I of you, Slingsby--in a cousinly sort of way."
"Just so in a cousinly sort of way. But that's hardly how a husband and wife ought to feel towards each other, is it?"
"I've had no experience either one way or the other, but I should think not."
"Now that we so thoroughly understand each other, may I tell you a secret, Cis?"
"A hundred if you like, Slingsby. Being a woman, I am fond of secrets."
"But, being a woman, can you keep one?"
"I'll try. I daren't say more than that."
"In any case I'll trust you. I'm in love."
"Slingsby?"
"Desperately, devotedly in love. I--I've actually taken to writing verses, and if that's not a sure sign of being in love, I should like to know what is."