"You must have more than liked on that Sunday."
"Lady Albury, I think I fell in love with him the first moment I saw him. The Marchesa took me to a party in London, and there he was."
"Did he say anything to you then?"
"No. He was very funny -- as he often is. Don't you know his way? I remember every word he said to me. He came up without any introduction and ordered me to dance with him."
"Oh yes. Whatever he told me I should have done. Then he scolded me because I did not stand up quick enough. And he invented some story about a woman who was engaged to him and would not marry him because he had red hair and his name was Jonathan. I knew it was all a joke, and yet I hated the woman."
"That must have been love at first sight."
"I think it was. From that day to this I have always been thinking about him."
"And yet you refused him twice over?"