Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story

“My dear Duke,” said Zuleika, “don’t be so silly. Look at the matter sensibly. I know that lovers don’t try to regulate their emotions according to logic; but they do, nevertheless, unconsciously conform with some sort of logical system. I left off loving you when I found that you loved me. There is the premiss. Very well! Is it likely that I shall begin to love you again because you can’t leave off loving me?” The Duke groaned. There was a clatter of plates outside, and she whom Zuleika had envied came to lay the table for luncheon. A smile flickered across Zuleika’s lips; and “Not one garnet!” she murmured.