You couldn't wait for me, O, no.

Well, thank God, I'm cured of all that!' 'How merciless you are!' she said bitterly.

'Wait for you?
What does that mean, Charley?
You never showed--anything to wait for--anything special towards me.' 'O come, Baptista dear; come!' 'What I mean is, nothing definite,' she expostulated.

'I suppose you liked me a little; but it seemed to me to be only a pastime on your part, and that you never meant to make an honourable engagement of it.' 'There, that's just it! You girls expect a man to mean business at the first look.

No man when he first becomes interested in a woman has any definite scheme of engagement to marry her in his mind, unless he is meaning a vulgar mercenary marriage.