Joscelyn: That one person alone can't bring to perfection.
Martin: Did I?
Joscelyn: What is the other thing?
Martin: Love. Isn't it?
Joscelyn: How dare you ask me?
Martin: I dare ask more than that. Joscelyn, how old are you?
Joscelyn: I sha'n't tell you.
Martin: Joscelyn, you are the tallest of the milkmaids, but you can't help that. How old are you?
Joscelyn: Mind your own business.
Martin: Joscelyn, the first three times I saw you, you had your hair down your back. But ever since I told you my first story you have done it up, like beautiful dark flowers, on each side of your head. And it is my belief that you have no business to have it up at all.