"You are the most amazing piece of impudence I ever met."
"You haven't answered."
"What difference could it make to you?"
"All the difference in the world. It is a matter of the utmost importance to me."
"Why?"
"Because if you are not—" The music was the most inconsequential jig, and their feet were frolic, but his voice was solemn as a prayer. "If you are not, I want to—to tell you that you have—you are—that—well, my heart is at your feet."
"Watch out, then, for I can't see my feet, and my heels are sharp."
"Won't you be serious?"
"You are the frivolous one. You've only just met me; you don't know anything about me, nor I about you, yet you talk this talk."
"I've known you long enough to know that you are—"