I am going to give you them back, because I value flowers, so I cannot have them mixed with anything else; but don't ask me for a flower back," added she, seeing the color mount on his face, "for I would not give one of them to you, or anybody." Imagine the effect of this on a romantic disposition like Mr.Vane's.
He told her how glad he was that she could distinguish his features amid the crowd of her admirers; he confessed he had been mortified when he found himself, as he thought, entirely a stranger to her.
She interrupted him.
"Do you know your friend Sir Charles Pomander?
No! I am almost sure you do; well, he is a man I do not like.

He is deceitful, besides he is a wicked man.

There, to be plain with you, he was watching me all that night, the first time you came here, and, because I saw he was watching me I would not know who you were, nor anything about you." "But you looked as if you had never seen me before." "Of course I did, when I had made up my mind to," said the actress, naively.
"Sir Charles has left London for a fortnight, so, if he is the only obstacle, I hope you will know me every night." "Why, you sent me no flowers yesterday or to-day." "But I will to-morrow." "Then I am sure I shall know your face again; good-by.

Won't you see me in the last act, and tell me how ill I do it ?" "Oh, yes!" and he hurried to his box, and so the actress secured one pair of hands for her last act.
He returned to the green-room, but she did not revisit that verdant bower.

The next night, after the usual compliments, she said to him, looking down with a sweet, engaging air: "I sent a messenger into the country to know about that lady." "What lady ?" said Vane, scarcely believing his senses.
"That you were so unkind to me about." "I, unkind to you?
what a brute I must be!" "My meaning is, you justly rebuked me, only you should not tell an actress she has no heart--that is always understood.