“Has he? There’s a way.”
“Maybe. But not the way you mean. That’s closed to such as us.”
“Alas! What way, then?”
“Make yourself impossible to him.”
“I? Sweet saints, give me patience with this poor ignorance! How can I make her comprehend that I could never be more impossible to him than I am.”
“O, yes! you could.”
“There, there, child! How?”
“O, mistress! don’t you know?”
“Know what? Why am I letting you talk to me like this? I’m all groping in a maze. O! haven’t you a father?”
“Yes, for sure.”