"Do you mind?"
"You are the limit! Of course I don't!"
"It's about a lady, too."
"Naturally."
"And love—rash, precipitate, unwarranted, unrequited, and fatal love."
"I can stand it if you can," she said with the faintest glimmer of malice in her smile.
"All right. The title is: 'Oh, Love! Oh, Why?'"
"A perfectly good title," she said gravely. "I alway says 'why?' to Love."
So he bowed to her and began very seriously:
"Oh, Lover in haste, beware of Fate!
Wait for a moment while I relate
A harrowing tragedy up to date
Of innate Hate.