"There is one thing that you don't suspect—that she is now contemplating running after you."
"Let her run, my dear fellow; I promise you that she will never catch me."
"You are quite sure of yourself?"
"Oh, yes! perfectly sure."
"You see, she is a damnably shrewd little wheedler, is the widow! I should feel surer of you if you loved somebody else."
"Somebody else! You must admit, Cherami, that my love for Fanny hasn't resulted in a way to encourage me."
"All women are not Fannys; there are some who are tender-hearted, sweet, affectionate; who would be so happy to be loved by you."
"Happy to be loved by me! What, in heaven's name, makes you think so?"
"I think so—because I am sure of it."
"You are sure that there is someone who would love me?"