Women are prehensile things, which have to cling to something for nourishment and support.

When I come across such a one as you I naturally put out my feelers.' 'I have not been aware of it.' 'Yes, you are; and I do not doubt that your mind is vacillating about me.

I am sure you like me.' 'Certainly, I like you.' 'And you know that I love you.' 'I did not know it.' 'Yes, you did.

You are not the man to be diffident of yourself in such a matter.

You must either think that I love you, or that I have been a great hypocrite in pretending to do so.