Harry boasted an extraordinary weakness at the sight of feminine tears.

'I say! Juley! you know if you begin crying I'm done for, and it isn't fair.' He dropped his arm on her waist to console her, and generously declared to her that he always had been, very fond of her.

These scenes were not foreign to the youth.

Her fits of crying, from which she would burst in a frenzy of contempt at him, had made Harry say stronger things; and the assurances of profound affection uttered in a most languid voice will sting the hearts of women.
Harry still went on with his declarations, heating them rapidly, so as to bring on himself the usual outburst and check.

She was longer in coming to it this time, and he had a horrid fear, that instead of dismissing him fiercely, and so annulling his words, the strange little person was going to be soft and hold him to them.