SHE--I can't help it, Carroll. I feel so unworthy of you. I never felt like that before in my life. But when--when you put your arm around me--I just thought--well, I just thought how grand and noble you are and how trifling and insignificant I am. HE--Don't, don't say that, little sweetheart. SHE--I just can't help it. I'm so happy I want to cry. HE--I understand, dear girl. SHE--And when you asked me in the alcove if I--whether I would give myself to you for keeps--and you spoke so beautifully, Carroll!--indeed, I had trouble to keep back the tears. Love is a wonderful thing, isn't it? HE--It is, dearest. SHE--You are coming early tonight, aren't you? HE--I will fly to you as soon as I can. I tell you what, can't you meet me downtown and have lunch with me? SHE--Oh! may I? You know I'd just love to! HE--Well, meet me at half-past 12. Usual corner, you know--Fidelity Building. Goodbye until then. XI. (Wednesday, April 10.) SHE--Madison 7-9-3-1-y, please. Is that you, Carroll? HE--Yes, it is I. SHE--I think it perfectly hateful of you to send me that mean note, Carroll Vincent. HE--Now, look here, girlie, don't you think you're to blame? SHE--I? Why, the idea! HE--Yes, you. I don't believe you care for me at all. SHE--Why, Carroll Vincent, how can you say that? HE--Now, say, Genevieve, don't take that tone with me. You know you had no business flirting with Jack Smallwood as you did last night at Lehmann's. SHE--Flirting? Why, Mr. Vincent, how dare you? HE--Yes, flirting. I said it. If you cared anything for me, you wouldn't treat me so contemptibly as you have been lately. SHE--Contemptibly? What have I been doing, I'd like to know? HE--I think the way you carried on with Jack was perfectly outrageous. As for him, when---- SHE--Carroll Vincent, you ought to be grateful to him, if you love me. HE--If I love you? SHE--Yes, if you love me. You know very well he introduced us. And Jack isn't anything to me. HE--And you don't care for him? SHE--Certainly I like him. He's one of my oldest friends. HE--Oh, those friends! SHE--You're letting your jealousy run away with you. HE--Maybe I am, but I'm glad I found him out before it was too late. SHE--Indeed! And do you think it is too late? (Pause) What did you say? HE--I didn't say anything. I was thinking. Listen, Genevieve, what's the use of our going on like this? I see now I was pig-headed to send that note. It was cruel to you. I'll never forgive myself. SHE--I'm glad you're coming to your senses. HE--I don't blame you for being angry, Genevieve, dear. SHE--Oh! Carroll, how could you be so unjust? HE--I'm awfully remorseful. Can't I come tonight and tell you more? SHE--Why, certainly, you old goose. I'll forgive you. HE--I'm so glad, Genevieve. But, tell me, dearest girl, you don't care for Jack Smallwood. SHE--No, you silly boy. He isn't worth your little finger. HE--Thank you, sweetheart. Goodbye. XII. (Wednesday, June 4.)