“No,” Sana said, rather hesitatingly.
“Why, then? For what reason? Do you not like me a little bit,” he pleaded, peering at her with anxious eyes.
Sana, shaking her head, responded to the last question with “Yes, I do. But not enough to marry you.”
“Then let me teach you how,” he acclaimed eagerly.
“I can readily believe you to be an excellent teacher in that respect, but your efforts would be useless.”
Anxiously, “Are you in love with someone else? Tell me.”
“Oh, no. I thought your aunt had told you....”
Von Sarnoff interrupted her quickly. “No. I only know that she does not want me to take you away as that would mean her loss of you, dearest.”
He pressed his lips to her hand, murmuring, “Dearest, dearest.”
Sana withdrew her hand and attempting to rise, said, “Come, Sarnoff, it is getting late. You must go.”