I wonder whether you are glad to see me ?' 'I don't know,' said Marie, who could not at once find that brilliancy of words with which her imagination supplied her readily enough in her solitude.
'Do you remember what you said to me that evening at my mother's ?' 'Did I say anything?
I don't remember anything particular.' 'Do you not?
Then I fear you can't think very much of me.' He paused as though he supposed that she would drop into his mouth like a cherry.

'I thought you told me that you would love me.' 'Did I ?' 'Did you not ?' 'I don't know what I said.

Perhaps if I said that, I didn't mean it.' 'Am I to believe that ?' 'Perhaps you didn't mean it yourself.' 'By George, I did.

I was quite in earnest.

There never was a fellow more in earnest than I was.