Martin: What would that matter? For all grass is green enough if it not near grass that looks greener.
Jennifer: Oh, is this true?
Martin: It is indeed. And I believe too that were your friend's hair red enough, and your friend's freckled nose snub enough, since youth resides long in these qualities, you might even, with such a companion, begin once more to steal pickles and jam by night, to learn your pothooks and hangers, and even in time to be rocked asleep by a cradle.
Jennifer: D-d-dear Master Pippin.
Martin: They look quite green, don't they?
And he laid the two blades side by side on her palm, and Jennifer, whose voice once more would not serve her, nodded and put the two blades in her pocket. Then Martin took out his handkerchief and very carefully dried her eyes and cheeks, saying as he did so, "Now that I have explained this to your satisfaction, won't you, please, explain something to mine?"
Jennifer: I will if I can.
Martin: Then explain what it is you have against men.
Jennifer: I don't know how to tell you, it is so terrible.
Martin: I will try to bear it.