Your mother--she is _so_ irritating.

I know her.

Marriage, as we now stand, would mean quite dreadful things.

Do be reasonable!" "You talk of reason," says he passionately.

"Does love reason?
No! I will hear your last word now." "Are you condemning me, then, to death ?" asks she, smiling delicately, and laying two large but delicate hands upon his arms.
He shakes her off.
"Answer me.