"When the world was very young, my dear," said he, "I've no doubt I called you so.

But not since." She stretched out her hand and tapped his.

She was very fond of him.
"You can't help being a man, my poor boy, and thinking manly thoughts of me, a woman.

But I'm not an idiot.

Our young friend, as you call him, is as poor as a church mouse.