"Need I answer that?"
"But there are others, younger, prettier."
"Nonsense! There is no one prettier than you in this wide world."
"Ah!" with a charming smile, "now indeed I believe you do love me, for the Greek Cupid is blind. What a silly boy you are to urge this matter! For one thing I am older than you."
"A year or two."
"For another——"
"I will not listen. 'Stony limits cannot hold love out:' why, therefore, try to discourage me?"
"But you should think——"
"I think only that if you will say what I ask you, I shall be always with you, and you with me."
"What is your joy is my fear. Custom creates weariness! And—'the lover in the husband may be lost!'"