You give me no hope." "I do give you hope! I am ever ladling it out to you as they ladle soupaan to the militia! I say to you continually that never have I so devotedly loved any man----" "That is not love!" I said, furious.
"I do not pretend it to be that same boiling and sputtering sentiment which men call love----" "Then if it be not true love, why do you care what I whisper to any woman ?" "I do not care," she said, biting the rose-leaf lower lip.

"You may whisper any treason you please to any h-heartless woman who snares your f-fancy." "You do not truly care ?" "I have said it.

No, I do not care! Court whom you please! But if you do, my faith in man is dead, and that's flat!" "What!" "Certainly....

After your burning vows so lately made to me.

But men have no shame.