“Lovers! why not, we are perfectly free.”
“I am not free; I am bound by certain prejudices which do not trouble you.”
“I should have thought you were superior to prejudices.”
“There are some prejudices which a woman ought to respect. The superiority you mention is a pitiful thing; always the dupe of itself. What would become of me, I should like to know, if I abandoned myself to the feelings I have for you?”
“I was waiting for you to say that, dear Veronique. What you feel for me is not love. If it were so, you would feel as I do, and you would soon break the bonds of prejudice.”
“I confess that my head is not quite turned yet, but still I feel that I shall grieve at your departure.”
“If so, that is no fault of mine. But tell me what I can do for you during my short stay here.”
“Nothing; we do not know one another well enough.”
“I understand you, but I would have you know that I do not intend to marry any woman who is not my friend.”
“You mean you will not marry her till you have ceased to be her lover?”