"Alma," he began mournfully, but she only shook her head, vigorously.
"Nonsense," she said.

"You like me for a sufficient variety of reasons.
And to tell you the truth I suspect that I am quite as madly in love with you as you actually are with me.

No, no, Jose.

There are too many--discrepancies--of various kinds.

I have too little to gain!--to be horribly frank--and you--alas!--are a very cautious, very clever, and admirably sophisticated young man....