that whatever I am unkind enough to say or do to vex you, in my secret mind I know that no other man on earth is comparable to you — and that you reign first in my heart — first, and all by yourself, alone.”

“And will you try to love me some day, Lois?”

“I do.”

“I mean — — ”

“Oh, Euan, I do — I do! Only — you know — not in the manner you once spoke of — — ”

“But I love you in that manner.”

“No, you do not! If you did, doubtless I would respond; no doubt at all that I also would confess such sentiments in your regard. But it isn’t