“Not what?”
“Falling in love with Mr. Smith?”
“Alice, what can have put that idea into your head?”
“That sounds more like a question than an answer to a question. Look me in the eyes and say no,—if you can.”
“Well, no, then!”
“No fluttering here, when he approaches? no quick breathing when he speaks to you? no pit-a-pat?”
“No pit-a-pat,—no anything! Will that do?”
“Well, I suppose it will have to do,—at least for the present.”
“How ‘for the present’?”
“Never mind,” said Alice, rising; “and now for another question. Is the Don, so far as you can see, falling in love with you?”