Ernest Bliss:
Oh, what's the use of talking to you about love?
Crawley:
Very little, no doubt. But would a young lady disappear like this if there weren't some other interests?
Ernest Bliss:
Nonsense! She loves me. She said so. I know she does. There's never been anybody else.
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