"I don't know. . . . Do you?"
"I don't know. . . . You mustn't cry. Put your head down—here. You mustn't be distressed."
"I am, dreadfully."
"You mustn't be."
"I can't help it—now."
"Could you help it if you—loved me?"
"Oh, no! Oh, no! It would distress me beyond measure to—to love you. Oh, it must not be—it must not happen to me——"
"It is already happening to me."
"Don't let it! Don't let it happen to either of us! Please—please——"
"But—it is happening all the while, Amourette."