She gave her veiled and sombre glance. "Do you really love me?"
"You know it. And you?"
"I don't know."
"I think you do."
"I think it would be very stupid of me to fall in love with you."
"Why?"
"We're not the same kind at all. Some day I shall marry and settle down and be good and happy and correct, ever after. You don't believe in marriage."
"I believe in love. And in faith to be kept between two who love. Don't you?"
"When you play to me I do. You could make me believe anything then."
"Then come back, Colleen, and let me play to you."