I nodded.
“The girls are named Beela and Lentala. The man imagines he is or was in love with one of those girls.” The voice above my head became very impressive. “Now, sir, you are the Man.”
Nod.
“We’ll easily agree that Lentala is much more dignified and reserved than Beela.”
Nod.
“And never so erratic and unconventional.”
Nod.
“And that Beela is rude and bold, wears outlandish clothes, and adopts scandalous disguises.”
My head was still for a time, so happy was I in her delicious fooling; then I nodded enthusiastically.
I knew she was trying to suppress a laugh; she ostentatiously sighed, and said: “You agree to that. It isn’t all. She tells fibs, and is heartless and cruel.” I was motionless for a breathless space, and then nodded viciously. There came a long, still pause. I could bear it no longer.