He. And as I was about to remark, we are apt to value others most for the virtues we do not ourselves possess.
She. You are sufficiently rude.
He. There is always danger that honesty will be thought rude.
She. Really, you begin to amuse me. Please go on; I would like to try falling in love on the amusement plan; it must be very droll.
He. Oh, bother the amusement! Like the young ladies in novels, I would be loved for myself alone.
She. I fear that would be more difficult than the other way. What have you ever done to make me admire you?
He. Perhaps nothing. Admiration presupposes the capability of appreciation.
She. Ah! What have you done, then, worthy of admiration?
He. I have managed to find you at Marianao, and bring about a tête-à-tête before I have been here fifteen hours.