"And you wont hate me?"
"Not at all."
"Nor think me fickle?"
"Oh, children are always fickle; but we meet as grown people, now, and there will be no more change. You are content, and so am I."
"In downright arnest?"
"In downright earnest."
"Miss Rose."
"Well."
"If I was not over head and heels in love—well, it's no use talking; but there aint your match this side creation, except her."