"Do you care for me?"
"Of course! The silly question."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, but I don't wish to weep because I care for you."
"Could you learn to love me?"
"Learn? I don't know," she mused aloud, apparently much interested in the novelty of the suggestion. "I learn some things easily; mathematics I never could learn. Why are you scowling, Kervyn?"
"Could you ever love me?" he persisted, doggedly.
"I don't know. Do you desire to pay your court to me?"
"I—yes——"
"You appear to be uncertain. It seems to me that a man ought to know whether or not he desires to pay his addresses to a girl."