'
'That's Maidenhead Bridge;--that's somebody's place;--and now, I've
got something to say to you.'
'You're not going to murder me now you've got me up here alone,'
said Miss Boncassen, laughing.
'Murder you!' said Dolly, throwing himself into an attitude that
was intended to express devoted affection. 'Oh no!'
'I am glad of that.'
'Miss Boncassen!'
'Mr Longstaff! If you sigh like that you'll burst yourself.'
'I'll--what?'
'Burst yourself!' and she nodded her head at him.
Then he clasped his hands together, and turned his head away from
her towards the little temple. 'I wonder whether she knows what
love is,' he said, as though he were addressing himself to Mrs
Arthur de Bever.
'No, she don't,' said Miss Boncassen.
'But I do,' he shouted, turning back towards her. 'I do. If any man
were ever absolutely, actually, really in love, I am the man.'
'Are you indeed, Mr Longstaff? Isn't this pleasant?'
'Pleasant;--pleasant? Oh, it could be so pleasant.'
'But who is the lady? Perhaps you don't mean to tell me that.
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