All gentlemen feel it to be so." "There is no mud; if there were you would not be allowed to walk at all." "Oh! village young ladies never care for such things, though fashionable gentlemen do." "I would carry you home, Mary, if it would do you a service," said Frank, with considerable pathos in his voice.
"Oh, dear me! pray do not, Mr Gresham.

I should not like it at all," said she: "a wheelbarrow would be preferable to that." "Of course.

Anything would be preferable to my arm, I know." "Certainly; anything in the way of a conveyance.

If I were to act baby; and you were to act nurse, it really would not be comfortable for either of us." Frank Gresham felt disconcerted, though he hardly knew why.

He was striving to say something tender to his lady-love; but every word that he spoke she turned into joke.