“Love’s born of a glance, I say!”

“Haven’t I heard that before?” reflectively.

“Aye, for I said it here when I did not mean it, and now I say it again when I do!”

“And of what particular glance am I to suppose—”

“Of the first glance I cast on you when you entered this room in that gown. Yes, born of a glance—”

“Born of a gown, in that case, don’t you mean?” derisively.

“Of a gown, or a glance, or a what you wish.”

“I don’t wish it should be born at all.”

“You don’t wish I should love you?”

“I don’t wish you should love me or shouldn’t love me. I don’t wish you—anything. Why should I wish anything of one who is nothing to me?”