"But a woman never cares to hear all these praises of another."
"It was you began it, and if I do speak of her I shall tell the truth. There is a freshness as of uncut flowers about her."
"Psha! Worms and grubs!"
"And when she laughs one dreams of a chaste Venus."
"My heavens, Jack! You should publish all that!"
"The dimples on her cheeks are so alluring that I would give my commission to touch them once with my finger. When I first knew her I thought that the time would come when I might touch them. Now I feel that I would not commit such an outrage to save myself from being cashiered."
"Shall I tell you what you ought to do?"
"Hang myself."
"Just say to her all that you have said to me. You would soon find that her dimples are not more holy than another's."
"You think so."