"Of course."
"And who is it?"
David smiled: "How stupid you are! Who but Raissa?"
"Raissa?" I repeated in my amazement. "You're joking."
"I never make jokes: I don't know how to."
"But she's a year older than you?"
"What difference does that make? But we won't talk any more about it."
"Just one question," I persisted. "Does she know that you want to marry her?"
"Probably."
"But you haven't told her?"