“I do,” I answered, with emphasis.
“What is it?”
I was silent.
“Well,” she said, “tell me what it is.” She laughed, but her voice was low and anxious.
“I am just wondering whether I shall tell you.”
“Stuff!” she exclaimed proudly. “Am I a child?”
“You are a woman, and should be shielded from the sharp edges of life.”
“Ah!” she murmured “Not all men have thought so. And I wish you wouldn’t talk like that.”
“Nevertheless, I think like that,” I said.