He is invariably polite to me, and he can be very kind and sympathetic at times.

Listen! they are calling us, and there goes the music--come along, darling--it's a schottische and we'll dance it together." Harry sprang up, slipped his arm around Kate's waist, lifted her to her feet, held her close, and kissed her squarely on the mouth.
"There, you darling! and another one--two--three! Oh, you precious! What do I care about Willits or any other red-headed lower county man that ever lived?
He can have fifty grandmothers if he pleases and I won't say a word--kiss me--kiss me again.

Quick now or we'll lose the dance," and, utterly oblivious as to whether any one had seen them or not, the two raced down the wide stairs..