HE—I'd kiss you and whisper how I love you.
SHE—Don't, Carroll, don't! The telephone girl will hear you.
HE—What do I care? I feel like going around and shouting to all the world, "She loves me, she loves me, she loves me!" just to tell them how happy I am.
SHE—Oh, Carroll, don't do that!
HE—You don't suppose I'd do it, little darling, do you? No, this is our precious little secret. Just we two.
SHE—I don't deserve all this joy, Carroll. I don't feel I'm good enough for you—indeed, I don't.
HE—I thought you promised me in the carriage that you would never talk like that again.
SHE—I can't help it, Carroll. I feel so unworthy of you. I never felt like that before in my life. But when—when you put your arm around me—I just thought—well, I just thought how grand and noble you are and how trifling and insignificant I am.
HE—Don't, don't say that, little sweetheart.
SHE—I just can't help it. I'm so happy I want to cry.