“If the matter were really so, then, I should have a bad opinion of love; but I do not believe it, for I love my sweetheart here, and I never conceal the truth from her.”
“Yes, but loving a man is a different thing to loving a woman.”
“No, it isn’t; it’s just the same.”
“Not so, for you do not go to bed with a woman and you do with your husband.”
“That’s no matter, my love would be the same.”
“What? You would not rather sleep with me than with M—— M——?”
“No, indeed I should not, because you are a man and would see me.”
“You don’t want a man to see you, then?”
“No.”
“Do you think you are so ugly, then?”