Che. I wish I could persuade you to accept of a protection, stronger and more lasting than any aunt can offer you!
Miss Mea. I understand you—you wish to marry me.
Che. I do.
Miss Mea. But you are poor.
Che. Very.
Miss Mea. A painter in water colors.
Che. And one of very moderate talents.
Miss Mea. You were sketching a landscape when we first met you six months ago?
Che. I was, and immediately turned portrait painter; for I drew your features upon my heart the first moment I gazed upon them.
Miss Mea. And since that moment you have visited this place once every fortnight?