I shall tell him everything." "Perhaps," Burton suggested, hopefully, "he may be jealous." "It is possible," she assented.

"He does not seem like that but one can never tell." "He may even give you up!" She smiled.
"If he did," she reminded him, "it would not make any difference." "I will not admit that," he declared.

"I want your love--I want your whole love.

I want you to feel the same things that I feel, in the same way.

You live in two places--in a real garden and a fairy garden, the fairy garden of my dreams.