Never mind; she must turn and pass us sooner or later, for she lives uptown.

_What_ are you laughing at, Mr.Gatewood ?"--in annoyed surprise.
"I am laughing at myself.

Oh, I'm so many kinds of a fool--you can't think how many, and it's no use!" She stared, astonished; he shook his head.
"No, you don't understand yet.

But you will.

Listen to me: this very beautiful lady you have discovered is nothing to me!" "Nothing--to you!" she faltered.