Once would be enough.
"Whose love ?" asked Beatrice innocently.
San Miniato looked at her again, then turned away his eyes and sighed audibly.
"Well ?" asked Beatrice.

"Will you answer.

I do not understand that language.

Whose love would make any place--Timbuctoo, for instance--a heaven for you ?" "Discretion is the only virtue a man ought to exhibit whenever he has a chance," said San Miniato.
"Perhaps.

But even that should be shown without ostentation." Beatrice laughed.