She had reasons for supposing that she did admire the young man.
"You're too nice," she said.
"That isn't good enough," he responded, and drew her nearer.
"Then why did you ask me ?--No, Lorne, you are not to.

Suppose Father came in ?" "I shouldn't mind--Father's on my side, I think." "Father isn't on anybody's side," said his daughter, wisely.
"Dora, let me speak to him!" Miss Milburn gave a clever imitation of a little scream of horror.
"INDEED I won't! Lorne, you are never, NEVER to do that! As if we were in a ridiculous English novel!" "That's the part of an English novel I always like," said Lorne.

"The going and asking.

It must about scare the hero out of a year's growth; but it's a glorious thing to do--it would be next day, anyhow." "It's just the sort of thing to please Mother," Dora meditated, "but she can't be indulged all the time.

No, Lorne, you'll have to leave it to me--when there's anything to tell." "There's everything to tell now," said he, who had indeed nothing to keep back.
"But you know what Mother is, Lorne.