"
"I love her as much as you, and more, too," I retorted
"How much do you love her? Would you walk from New York to
Philadelphia if she wanted you to do so?"
"Why should she? What good would it do her?"
"But suppose she does want it?"
"How can I suppose such nonsense?" "Well, she might just want
to see how much you love her."
"A nice test, that."
"Oh, well, she might just get that kind of notion. Women are liable
to get any kind of notion, don't you know."
"Well, if Madame Klesmer got that kind of notion I should tell her
to walk to Philadelphia herself."
"Then you don't love her."
"I love her as much as you do, but if she took it into her head to
make a fool of me I should send her to the eighty devils."
He winced. "And you call that love, don't you?" he said, with a
sneer in the corner of his pretty mouth. "As for me, I should walk
to Boston, if she wanted me to."
"Even if she did not promise to let you kiss her?"
"Even if she did not."
"And if she did?"
"I should walk to Chicago."
"And if she promised to be your mistress?"
"Oh, what's the use talking that way?" he protested, blushing.
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