"If you could only see your face!" And Beverly Plank, red as a beet, comfortably suffused with reassurance under the reaction from his scare, attempted to refute the other's conclusions: "It doesn't mean anything, Mortimer.

She's just the handsomest girl I ever saw.

I know she's engaged.

I only admired her a lot." "You're not the only man," said Mortimer blandly, still striving to reconcile his preconceived theories with the awkward half-confession of this great, red-fisted, hulking horseman riding at his stirrup.
"I wouldn't have her dream," stammered Plank, "that I had ever thought of such a--" "Why not?
It would only flatter her." "Flatter a woman who is engaged to marry another man!" gasped Plank.
"Certainly.

Do you think any woman ever had enough admiration in this world ?" asked Mortimer coolly.