"Does it occur to you," she asked at last, "that people have tongues?
If you go on following me like this, they will really begin to talk about us." "Now, upon my word, Hilda," I cried, "that is the very first time I have ever known you show a woman's want of logic! I do not propose to follow you; I propose to happen to be travelling by the same steamer.

I ask you to marry me; you won't; you admit you are fond of me; yet you tell me not to come with you.

It is _I_ who suggest a course which would prevent people from chattering--by the simple device of a wedding.

It is YOU who refuse.

And then you turn upon me like this! Admit that you are unreasonable." "My dear Hubert, have I ever denied that I was a woman ?" "Besides," I went on, ignoring her delicious smile, "I don't intend to FOLLOW you.