"I do not want to offend you, I do not want you to think that I am hopelessly foolish, but you see I have the misfortune to be in love with you." She laughed at him, leaning back in her chair with half-closed eyes.
"Do people talk like this to casual acquaintances in your country ?" she asked.
"They speak sometimes a language which is common to all countries," he replied quickly.

"The only thing that is peculiar to my people is that when we say it, it is the sober and the solemn truth." She was silent for a moment.

She had plucked one of the blossoms from the wall and was pulling to pieces its purple petals.
"Do you know," she said, "that no young man has ever dared to talk to me as you have done ?" "That is because no one yet has cared so much as I do," he assured her.
"I can quite understand their being frightened.

I am terribly afraid of you myself.

I am afraid of the things I say to you, but I have to say them because they are in my heart, and if I am only to have a quarter of an hour with you now, you see I must make the best use of my time.