We were sitting in the living room, Holmes was occupied with his catalogue while I didn't find anything to amuse myself. London rain outside almost put me to sleep.
- So, tell me, my friend, you're not going to match Mary, - Holmes said.
- What makes you think so? - I replied with a lazy smile.
- Shall I answer your question relying only on obvious things? - he hem and set his papers aside. - Well, first of all, you haven't bought a ring. Then, you are not about to make an acquaintance of her family. And the last, you do not even think about moving to your new house.
I shrug my shoulders. During the last few days I was in a complete apathy thinking over the variants.
- Won't you give an answer? - Holmes asked lighting the pipe.
- Holmes, we've talked about it hundreds of times. I'm not going to match Mary till I...
- Yes?
- Till I lo... Till I buy a profitable practice!
- You do not very hurry in your search, - he remarked watching the flame in the fire-place.
I took his hand and kiss.
- I give up, Holmes! It's all absolute stuff, you know. I've told you, it was a bad idea with my marriage. I just can't leave you.
- And I just can't let you go, Watson. Touche! But still... - Holmes spoke impassively while his cold fingers were dancing upon my wrist. - Are you sure that a rather eccentric even though laureled detective could be an appropriate match for you, doctor?
- Let it be an odd match but the very I need, - I answered enjoying his caress.
- So, you won't refuse me, will you?
- Right to the point, Holmes. But why do I suspect you of trying to repel me?
- Oh, leave it, my dear Watson! I just search to prove some thoughts.
- And?
- And I was right. As usual. You've just proved them.
- You're completely unbearable, Holmes!
- I know it, my beloved, I do know.
- And why do I love you, Holmes...
- It's the same questions to you, Watson. Why do I? - Holmes respond imperturbably setting the pipe aside.
I couldn't help but laugh and kiss him.