“Don't you like my confessing it! You asked me to.”
“Like it!”
“How silly we are!”
“Not half so silly as we've been for the last two months. I think we've just come to our senses. At least I have.”
“Two months!” she sighed. “Has it really been so long as that?”
“Two years! Two centuries! It was back in the Dark Ages when you refused me.”
“Dark Ages! I should think so! But don't say refused. It wasn't refusing, exactly.”
“What was it, then?”
“Oh, I don't know. Don't speak of it now.”
“But, Alice, why did you refuse me?”