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'Much more to you, Miss Boncassen.'
'That is nonsense, Lord Silverbridge.'
'Not at all.'
'It is also--untrue.'
'Surely I must be the best judge of that myself.'
'Not a doubt; a judge not only whether it be true, but if true
whether expedient,--or even possible. What did I say to you when we
first began to know each other?'
'What did you say?'
'That I liked knowing you;--that was frank enough;--not that I liked
knowing you because I knew that there would be no tomfoolery of
lovemaking.' Then she paused; but he did not quite know how to go
on with the conversation at once, and she continued her speech.
'When you condescend to tell me that you are devoted to me, as
though that were the kind of thing that I expect to have said when
I take a walk with a young man in a wood, is not that the
tomfoolery of love-making?' She stopped and looked at him, so
that he was obliged to answer.
'Then why do you ask me if I am devoted to Lady Mabel Grex? Would
not that be tomfoolery too?'
'No. If I thought so, I would not have asked the question.
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