"Bertie, I have been making a fool of myself, but I am better now."
"That's good," said Bertie placidly.
There was something indefinably soothing about Bertie's manner. Jack
determined to be more explicit. It is often a relief to tell a friend
one's own resolutions, especially if one does not expect unseasonable
objections.
"It's about Dodo," he said. "You see I'm dreadfully in love with her.
Awkward, isn't it?"
"Devilish," said Bertie, without a shade of emotion passing over his
face.
"And the less I see of her," said Jack, "the worse I get, so I've
determined that the more I see of her in the ordinary way, the better.
It sounds an unusual treatment, I know, but you must acknowledge I gave
the other method a fair chance. I went and killed pigs in Austria, and
climbed the Matterhorn, but it wouldn't do."