"You see the man is head over ears in love.

Please sit down again, Miss Baxter, and listen.

I know this sentimental kind of writing must be irksome to a practical woman like yourself, but in our business we cannot neglect even the slightest detail.

Let's see, where was I?
--'tenderness,' oh, yes.

'Her hair is of midnight darkness, inclined to ripple, with little whiffs of curls imperiously defying restraint about her temples.