"Isn't that enough?"
"But I am—only me: nothing: a girl who dares to love you."
"Could any man ask more?"
"You.... What will your friends say?... You'll be ashamed of me."
"Hush! That's treason."
"But you will—you won't be able to help it—"
A faint, half-hearted cry of protest: words indistinguishable, silenced by lips on lips; a space of quiet....
"How shall I make myself worthy of you?"
"Love me always."
"How shall I dare to meet your family, your friends—?"