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He hasn't at all.

[Confidently.] Oh, yes! he is in love with you. [Hesitantly, romantically.] There is someone in love with me, too.

There is? Who?

I—I never mentioned it before, because you hadn't a lover of your own—but now you have—and I'm free to speak. [Very grandiloquently.] My heart has found its mate.

You're only making it up.

No, it's true—my heart's true love

Who? Who is he?

A soldier.

What kind of a soldier?

I don't know. Just a soldier. Are there different kinds?