"True, true; I shall be very sorry if she leaves France. I am very fond of her; aren't you?"
"I? I have only known her three days."
"It would be a good thing to hinder her from leaving France; but how shall we do it?"
"I have written my verses; you write some too."
"I!"
"Yes, you. You have been brought up with her, and it will please her."
"But I do not know how to write poetry. I have never done anything but crambo with the Abbé Grégoire and he always told me I did badly."
"Oh, nonsense! when you are in love it comes of itself."
"But I am in love and it hasn't come; so let me see your verses."
"Oh, it is just a quatrain."