“Well? What of me?”

“You told me this morning that you had at last fallen in love. It is true? You are honestly in love?”

“Honestly? How do I know? I only know that I have felt this passion for four months, and now it is stronger than ever. It sounds like love.”

“Then, an she is a good woman, I hope she will consent to take you, such as you are, and make of you such as she can!”

“Now that is very neat, Frank. I congratulate you. Of course she will take me; as to the rest⁠—I think not.”

“Tare an’ ouns, Tracy! but an that is the tone you take with her, she’ll have none of you!”

“I have never found it unsuccessful.”