"Pooh, I've been in love several times. Now I come to think of it, I'm in love this moment—or almost. Why don't you want Mr. Barrymore to fall in love with my cousin?"
"It would be imprudent."
"Perhaps you're falling in love with her yourself."
"I shouldn't wonder."
"If you'll tell me whether you are or not, I'll tell you who it is I think I'm in love with."
"Well, I could be. Now for your secret."
"I give you leave to guess."
"Really?"
"And truly."
"Some one we've just been talking about?"