Mlle H. True, true. Spoken with a delicacy and candor all you own—I thank you sincerely—and you will always continue as now—my true friend?
Man. I shall feel honored in the title.
Mlle H. A true—a dear friend?
Man. [Aside.] What is she driving at?
Mlle H. A friend that loves me?
Man. [Aside.] Hallo! we're getting tender!
Mlle H. A friend that loves me, ardently—do you hear?
Man. Distinctly.
Mlle H. And do you comprehend?
Man. [Half aside.] I'm afraid I do.