Lord Curryfin. And do not call me my lord.
Miss Niphet. What shall I call you?
Lord Curryfin. Call me Richard, and let me call you Alice.
Miss Niphet.. That is a familiarity only sanctioned by longer intimacy than ours has been.
Lord Curryfin. Or closer?
Miss Niphet. We have been very familiar friends during the brief term of our acquaintance. But let go my hand.
Lord Curryfin, I have set my heart on being allowed to call you Alice, and on your calling me Richard.
Miss Niphet. It must not be so—at least, not yet.
Lord Curryfin. There is nothing I would not do to acquire the right.
Miss Niphet. Nothing?