Oh, no, I'm not sorry, Bertram; but I am--afraid." "_Afraid_--Billy!" "Yes." Billy sighed, and gazed with pensive eyes into the fire.
Across Bertram's face swept surprise, consternation, and dismay.

Bertram had thought he knew Billy in all her moods and fancies; but he did not know her in this one.
"Why, Billy!" he breathed.
Billy drew another sigh.

It seemed to come from the very bottoms of her small, satin-slippered feet.
"Well, I am.

You're _the_ Bertram Henshaw.

You know lots and lots of people that I never even saw.