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"
Oh
,
Julia
,
you
are
a
brick
.
I
never
knew
what
a
wonderful
woman
you
were
.
"
"
You
should
have
asked
me
and
I
’
d
have
told
you
.
"
He
gave
a
sigh
of
relief
.
"
My
dear
,
I
’
m
so
terribly
fond
of
you
.
"
"
I
know
,
and
I
’
m
terribly
fond
of
you
.
You
’
re
great
fun
to
go
about
with
and
you
’
re
always
so
well
turned
out
,
you
’
re
a
credit
to
any
woman
.
I
’
ve
liked
going
to
bed
with
you
and
I
’
ve
a
sort
of
notion
you
’
ve
liked
going
to
bed
with
me
.
But
let
’
s
face
it
,
I
’
ve
never
been
in
love
with
you
any
more
than
you
’
ve
been
in
love
with
me
.
I
knew
it
couldn
’
t
last
.
Sooner
or
later
you
were
bound
to
fall
in
love
and
that
would
end
it
.
And
you
have
fallen
in
love
,
haven
’
t
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
She
was
determined
to
make
him
say
it
,
but
when
he
did
the
pang
it
gave
her
was
dreadful
.
Notwithstanding
,
she
smiled
good
-
humouredly
.
"
We
’
ve
had
some
very
jolly
times
together
,
but
don
’
t
you
think
the
moment
has
come
to
call
it
a
day
?
"
She
spoke
so
naturally
,
almost
jestingly
,
that
no
one
could
have
guessed
that
the
pain
at
her
heart
seemed
past
bearing
.
She
waited
for
his
answer
with
sickening
dread
.
