too large for beauty, and the clipped and curly poll of a careless boy. And I desire to know, once for all, how I now suit you, Euan.”
“You are perfection — once for all.”
“I? What obstinate foolishness you utter! In all seriousness — “
“You are — more beautiful than ever — in all seriousness!”
“What folly!” She began to laugh nervously, then shrugged her shoulders, adding: “This young man is plainly partizan and deaf to reason.”
“Being in love.”
“You! In love! What nonsense!”
“Do you doubt it?”