As he listened to the chatter about him he yielded to the intoxication of his love for this fair slim girl pressing soft against his arm and shoulder.
He allowed his fancy to play with surmises as to what would happen should he turn to her and say, "Dear girl, do you know how fair you are, how entrancingly lovely?
Do you know I am madly in love with you, and that I can hardly refrain from putting this arm, against which you so quietly lean your warm soft body, about you ?" He looked boldly at the red curves of her lips and allowed himself to riot in the imagination of how deliciously they would yield to his pressed against them.

"My God!" he cried aloud, "to think of it." The two ladies turned their astonished eyes upon him.

"What is it, Jack?
Wait, Tom.

Have you lost something ?" "Yes, that is, I never had it.

No, go on, Tom, it cannot be helped now.
Go on, please do.