“That's exactly how things stand.”
“Lord, who would have thought it?”
“How I've borne with you talking about her all this evening the devil only knows,” I cried. “You've driven me half crazy.”
“You should have told me to shut up.”
“I did.”
“Poor old Simon. I'm so sorry—but I had no idea you had fallen in love with her.”
“Fallen in love!” said I, losing my head. “She's the only woman on God's earth I've ever cared for. I want her as I've wanted nothing in the universe before.”
“And you've come to care for her as much as that?” he said sympathetically. “Poor old Simon.”
“Why the devil shouldn't I?” I shouted, nettled by his “poor old Simons.”
“Lola Brandt is hardly of your class,” said Dale.