It may not be the best way in the world but it's infinitely--" "Are you crazy ?" she cried, staring at him in alarm.
"See here, Anne," he said gently, "I am your friend.

It will not make any difference to you if I tell you that I love you, that I've loved you for years.

It's true nevertheless.

I'm glad that I've at last had the courage to tell you.

Still I suppose it's immaterial.