You have told me that you care for her.
Therefore I have told you these strange things.

Now do you wish me to go to Paris, for if you say yes I shall surely go!" Again Andrew laughed, and this time his mirth sounded more natural.
"Let me see," he said.

"We drank Pontet Canet for dinner.

You refused liqueurs, but I think you drank two glasses of port.

George, what has come over you?
What has stirred your slow-moving blood to fancies like these?
Bah! We are playing with one another.