“I don’t think I ever want to marry.”
“Nor did I until I met you. I hated the thought of it.”
“I don’t mean—I mean that one should love very much to marry. That seems more difficult than learning Chopin or—or—literature! All girls dream of the prince—but he does not seem to come to me.”
“You just told me that you were fond of me once.”
“Oh, at that age! It is quite ten years ago. I like to have you come here—oh, immensely! But love!”
“Then you do not hate me? Sometime I have felt sure that you did.”
“Sometimes I have. As I said—no girl enjoys being thrown at a man’s head. I feared you would think I had a hand in it.”
“I never flattered myself.”
“Then you really are unlike other men.”
“Do you care for any one else?”