"You can't play with love," Maurice warned her.
"I'm not. I'm more in earnest than what you are."
"I don't think you are."
"But I am. Supposing if you got tired of me?"
"I couldn't."
"Ah, but that's where men are funny. All of a sudden you might take a sudden fancy to another girl. And then what about me? What should I do?"
"It comes to this," he argued. "You don't trust me yet. You don't believe in me. Good heavens, what can I do to show you I'm sincere?"
"Can't you wait a little while?" she gently asked.
"I must."
"And you won't ask me again?"