An undress jacket, thrown loosely open, and a black neck-cloth, negligently knotted, bespoke the easy _nonchalance_ with which he prosecuted his courtship.
"Do sing it again ?" said he, pressing her fingers to his lips.
What she replied, I could not catch; but Fred resumed: "No, no; he never wakes.

The infernal clatter of that mill is his lullaby." "But your friend will be here soon," said she.

"Is it not so ?" "Oh, poor Charley! I'd almost forgotten him.

By-the-bye, you mustn't fall in love with him.

There now, do not look angry; I only meant that, as I knew he'd be desperately smitten, you shouldn't let him fancy he got any encouragement." "What would you have me do ?" said she, artlessly.
"I have been thinking over that, too.