" Jack: “We were in danger. We shall probably get pneumonia.” Mary: “Isch!” “There! You’re sneezing already.” “I am not sneezing. That was an exclamation of disgust.” “It sounded like a sneeze. It must have been, for you’ve every reason to sneeze; but why you should utter exclamations of disgust I cannot imagine.” “I’m disgusted with you—with your meanness. You deliberately tricked me into saying——” “Saying——?” She was silent. “What you said was that you loved me with all your heart and soul. You can’t get away from that, and it’s good enough for me.” “Well, it’s not true any longer.” “Yes, it is,” said Wilton, comfortably, “bless it.” “It is not. I’m going right away now, and I shall never speak to you again.” She moved away from him, and prepared to sit down. “There’s a jelly-fish just where you’re going to sit,” said Wilton. “I don’t care.” “It will. I speak from experience, as one on whom you have sat so often.” “I’m not amused.” “Have patience. I can be funnier than that.” - Wilton's Holiday "