"I swear it wasn't! I'm not such a fool as that.

But see here, Sylvia! Where's the use of holdin' out any longer?
You know I want you, and there's no sense in goin' on pinin' for a fellow in South Africa who's probably married a dozen blacks already.

It isn't like you to cry for the moon.

Put up with me instead! You might do worse, and anyone can see you're havin' a dog's time at the Manor now.

You'll be your own boss anyway if you come to me." She heard him with her eyes fixed before her.