"To be sure, Peter."
"But, you see, she doesn't."
"Eh—what? What, Peter?"
"Prudence doesn't love me!"
"Doesn't—"
"Not by any means."
"Peter—ye're jokin'."
"No, Ancient."
"But I—I be all took aback—mazed I be—not love ye, an' me wi' my 'eart set on it—are ye sure?"
"Certain."