Austin. Of course, dear; only I want to say this one thing to you: to suspect unjustly a true love is to insult that love!
Jinny. I didn't really suspect you.
Austin. Of course I know you didn't; this is only by way of a grandfatherly warning! It is possible to insult a true love too often—and love can die—
Jinny. Sh! don't, please, say any more. You have forgiven me, haven't you?
Austin. Yes!
Jinny. Then kiss me!
Austin. [Smiling.] Here! My dear, some one will see us!
Jinny. No, only Apollo; see, there's no one else about—it's luncheon hour!
Austin. But—
[Taking her hand.