"To be honest I must acknowledge the authorship," George answered, with his usual frankness. "But there is more truth than poetry in the production, I imagine."
"I was suspicious of that," responded his friend. "That means that you fell in love with some bewitching girl, I conclude."
"All of that," answered George, with no disposition to conceal anything.
"That accounts for your poetical turn of mind," continued his friend. "I have heard it said that lovers take to poetry."
"I don't know about that; but I confess to being smitten by the 'lowland beauty,'" was George's honest answer.
"Who is she, and where does she live?"
"That is of no consequence now; she is nothing to me, although she is much in my thoughts."
"Did she respond to your professions of love?"
"I never made any profession of love to her."
"How is that?"