He's a most desirable friend, and that isn't half I could say.' 'I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him, because he comes between me and you.

You think of him night and day, ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him, I am shut out of your mind.' 'No, dear Elfride; I love you dearly.' 'And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me.

Stephen, suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning, and you could only save one of us----' 'Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?
'Well, which?
Not me.' 'Both of you,' he said, pressing her pendent hand.
'No, that won't do; only one of us.' 'I cannot say; I don't know.

It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle.' 'A-ha, I know.

You would save him, and let me drown, drown, drown; and I don't care about your love!' She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words, but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety.
At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath, the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on.