"Every moment I pass in your society," he cried with enthusiasm, "I like you better--find you more eminently sympathetic.

You are in love.
One word more--are there any obstacles in your way ?" There _were_ obstacles in my way.

She was too old for me, and too poor for me--and it all came to nothing in due course of time.

I admitted the obstacles; abstaining, with an Englishman's shyness, from entering into details.

My reply was enough, and more than enough, for Fritz.