"Now, what's the use of saying that to me, Peter? I'm not a baby!"
"In many ways you are," returned Peter, serenely. "Why this interest in love? What's his name?"
"I'm not sure it's any one. But of course I think a lot about it. You aren't laughing, are you, Peter?"
"God forbid! I feel much more like crying."
Judith smiled up at him, doubtfully.
"Crying?"
"Yes; you are so young, Jude. I hate to think of your dreams going by you."
"Well, I'm not such a kid as you think I am. I'll bet I know all there is to know about love."
"My God, Judith, you don't even know the real thing when it's offered you. All you know is the rot you've seen all your life. Love!" Peter snorted derisively.
Judith gave a little shiver of excitement. "Well, if you know so much about love, Peter, what is it?"