I 'm sure you will enjoy it." "I don't understand you," murmured Charlotte.

"I can't, Felix." "Well, you can understand this--that I beg you to say a good word for me to your father.

He regards me, I naturally believe, as a very light fellow, a Bohemian, an irregular character.

Tell him I am not all this; if I ever was, I have forgotten it.

I am fond of pleasure--yes; but of innocent pleasure.