“Are you so afraid, then that you might find me a villain?”
“Not at all. I know you to be very far from a villain, but I do not know whether your tastes accord with my own. You would not be willing to have me allude to your faults, and you might have those which would be very annoying to me and I might have those which would be extremely vexatious to you.”
“I cannot see that you have a fault, my dear June, and if you loved me truly you would not see my faults.”
“I do not say that I do see many faults, and that is what I am studying your character for—to find them.”
“Why do you wish to find them?”
“To either help you to correct or see if I can have patience to bear with them without complaining.”
“How practical you are, June. Indeed, one would think that if there ever had been any romance in your nature that it had all died away and left but the ashes of a ruined hope. You speak more like a disappointed maiden lady of thirty-five than a young girl only fit for Cupid’s wiles.”
“I speak from observation, and I tell you truly, Guy, that if there were more practical and less romantic people in the world there would be more happiness.”
“But people marry for love; do they not?”
“Perhaps they do.”