"Oh yes, she is, when she loves. And you love me, don't you, dearie? You love me just a little. Say you love me—just a little—a very little—"
"Oh, Claude, my darling, my darling, you know I love you. You're all I've got in the world—"
"And you're all I've got, my little Rosie. Nothing else counts when I'm with you—"
"But when you're not with me, Claude? What then? What am I to think when you're away from me? What am I to be?"
"Be just as you are. Be just as you've always been since the day I first saw you—"
"Yes, yes, Claude; but you don't understand. If any one were to find out that I came here to meet you like this—"
"No one must find out, dear. We must keep that mum."
"But if they did, Claude, it wouldn't matter to you at all—"
"Oh, wouldn't it, though? Father'd make it matter, I can tell you."
"Yes, but you wouldn't be disgraced. I should be. Don't you see? No one would ever believe—"