Do you really, honestly think Anne ever was in love with me ?" "Oh, don't ask me.

How should I know ?" "No, but," he persisted, "what do you think ?" "I think she _was_ in love." "But not with me, though ?" "No, no, not with you." "With whom, then ?" "Darling idiot, there wasn't any who.

If there was, do you think I'd give her away like that?
If you'd asked me _what_ she was in love with--" "Well, what then ?" "Your goodness.

She was head over ears in love with that." "I see.

With something that I wasn't." "No, with something that you were, that you are, only she doesn't know it." "Then," said Majendie, "you can't get out of it, she's in love with _me_." "Oh no, no, you dear goose, not with you.