"What! go? I'm not such a fool as that comes to! You think I love my horn better than you? No indeed!"
"But then it is n't right, Philip."
"Not right? why not, my beauty? there is nothing against kissing in the ten commandments."
"Why, if we could marry, perhaps you might—but you know very well we can't marry, and—"
"Not marry? why not? You can marry me any day you like."
"Philip!—why will you talk such folly? You know we must not think of such a thing."
"But I think very seriously about it—if you would consent."
"You are unkind to speak thus. Ah, Philip, I had a dream last night."
"A dream—what was it?"
"You had won a prize in the lottery; we were both so happy! you had bought a beautiful garden, handsomer than any in the city. It was a little paradise of flowers—and there were large beds of vegetables, and the trees were laden with fruit. And when I awoke, Philip, I felt so wretched—I wished I had not dreamed such a happy dream. You've nothing in the lottery, Philip, have you? Have you really won anything? The drawing took place to-day."
"How much must I have gained to win you too?"
