"Oh, he never thought of such a thing."
"And if he should?"
"I'd tell him no, of course."
"You may have to say yes sometime, Agnes."
She looked down. "I won't have to—but I may."
"Agnes, do you know what love is?"
"What a question. Of course I do."
"What is it?"
"Oh, it's er—er—don't you know what it is?"
"Yes, Agnes, it is a glorious defeat of the heart."