“Burn always with a hard, gem-like flame! But, no—St. Paul is right: it is better to marry!”
“Don’t tease me, Felix. I’m in earnest.”
“So am I. I’ve told you what to do.”
“Marry—yes. But why?”
“You’ll find out why, my dear. ‘Open your mouth and shut your eyes—’”
“You’re making fun of me.”
“Not a bit.”
“Marry, you say?”
“Yes.”
“And I’m not to ask why?”