“I’m afraid you’ll never sing hymns with me in heaven.”
“Well—I have you here—yes, I have you now.”
“Our life is but a fading dawn?”
“Liar!—Well, you called me! Besides, I don’t care; ‘Carpe diem’, my rosebud, my fawn. There’s a nice Carmen about a fawn. ‘Time to leave its mother, and venture into a warm embrace.’ Poor old Horace—I’ve forgotten him.”
“Then poor old Horace.”
“Ha! Ha!—Well, I shan’t forget you. What’s that queer look in your eyes?”
“What is it?”
“Nay—you tell me. You are such a tease, there’s no getting to the bottom of you.”
“You can fathom the depth of a kiss——”
“I will—I will——”