"But I do. Wasn't my payment big enough for you?"
"It was. There was even enough for another person left over."
"Are you beginning again? All about that one yellow rose? Are you so jealous of your comrade then, your own close companion? How could he help himself, poor fellow? If a gallant of the town feels his heart aching for a rose, why he has the whole flower garden to choose from, full of all sorts and shades of roses—red, pink, yellow, and cream! But how does the song go?
"'Only the peasant maid can still
The peasant's heart in good and ill!'"
"So you take his part?"
"Well, whose fault is it? The girl's who sings, 'An' he knew he could, An' he knew it still he would,' or the man's who listens and understands?"
"Do you take the blame then?"
"You said you would forgive me everything."
"I will keep my word."
"And love me again?"