"I shall ask him whether he is in love with me or that girl," I thought. "Every time he called my name, who did he care about? Her or me?" Taking a taxi home, I was too preoccupied to pay. I ran as fast as possible across the lawn to the living room.

The door was closed, and I could hear Jonathan yelling, "That woman should be sold to the nightclub." I'd never seen him so outraged and had no idea about who infuriated him!

When I opened the door, I saw Jonathan sitting on the ...