"I think they would like it."
"And you?"
"Oh, I should like it. The woods must be lovely in winter."
"Who has been teaching you coquetry? Who has fallen in love with you since I left?"
"With me? No one. No one would ever think of such a thing but you—"
"I love you with an unerring instinct."
"They are all in love with Helena. I suppose you heard of her in New York."
"It certainly was not your fault if I did not."
"But surely you must have heard otherwise. She is a great, great belle."
"My dearest girl, you do not hear California mentioned in New York once a month. It might be on Mars. The East remembers California's existence about as often as Europe remembers America's. They don't know what they miss. When am I to see your Helena?"