She gave him a grateful look: "No one ever loves too much, my friend."
"Can you say such a thing as that?"
"Why, yes."
"And you do not see that I am dying of my vain love for you."
"In the first place it is not true that you love in vain; then no one ever dies of that complaint, and finally all our friends are jealous of you, which proves pretty conclusively that I am not treating you badly, all things considered."
He took her hand: "You do not understand me!"
"Yes, I understand very well."
"You hear the despairing appeal that I am incessantly making to your heart?"
"Yes, I have heard it."
"And——"