that’s all right,” I said. “No need to be alarmed. He’s simply in love with you.”
“In love with me. Don’t be absurd.”
“My dear old thing, you don’t know young Bingo. He can fall in love with anybody .”
“Thank you!”
“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way, you know. I don’t wonder at his taking to you. Why, I was in love with you myself once.”
“Once? Ah! And all that remains now are the cold ashes? This isn’t one of your tactful evenings, Bertie.”
“Well, my dear sweet thing, dash it all, considering that you gave me the bird and nearly laughed yourself into a permanent state of hiccups when I asked you—”