I thought you were tired last night when I saw that you had altogether given over dancing." And then he walked on beside her, and the docile mare followed them like a dog.
"No, I was not tired; at least, not exactly," said Clara, blushing again and again, being conscious that she blushed.

"But--but--you know it was the first ball I was ever at." "That is just the reason why you should have enjoyed it the more, instead of sitting down as you did, and being dull and unhappy.

For I know you were unhappy; I could see it." "Was I ?" said Clara, not knowing what else to say.
"Yes; and I'll tell you what.

I could see more than that; it was I that made you unhappy." "You, Mr.Fitzgerald!" "Yes, I.You will not deny it, because you are so true.

I asked you to dance with me too often.