 Even a cuckoo has charm, in moderation. You kissed me because you were awfully nice, and I was awfully nice, and we both liked kissing very much. It was inevitable. Then Mother found us and got dramatic. Her sense of the theatre is always fatal. She knows we shan't marry, the same as you and I do. You're under absolutely no obligation to me at all. I wish I understood you a bit better. Never mind about understanding me. Let's go back into the library. All right.