Apjohn, that you got me into this mess; and you must get me out
of it again.

HE [polite and hopeless] All I can say is that I am entirely at
your service. What do you wish me to do?

SHE. Do you know anybody else named Aurora?

HE. No.

SHE. There's no use in saying No in that frozen pigheaded way.
You must know some Aurora or other somewhere.

HE. You said you were the only Aurora in the world. And [lifting
his clasped fists with a sudden return of his emotion] oh God!
you were the only Aurora in the world to me. [He turns away from
her, hiding his face].

SHE [petting him] Yes, yes, dear: of course. It's very nice of
you; and I appreciate it: indeed I do; but it's not reasonable
just at present. Now just listen to me. I suppose you know all
those poems by heart.

HE. Yes, by heart. [Raising his head and looking at her, with a
sudden suspicion] Don't you?

SHE. Well, I never can remember verses; and besides, I've been so
busy that I've not had time to read them all; though I intend to
the very first moment I can get: I promise you that most
faithfully, Henry. But now try and remember very particularly.