"Every man that comes within waft of my petticoats shall use me so!" "I will go so far as ask your pardon for the fashion's sake, although I vow I know not why," I replied.

"But for these play-acting postures, you can go to others." "O Davie!" she said.

"Not if I was to beg you ?" I bethought me I was fighting with a woman, which is the same as to say a child, and that upon a point entirely formal.
"I think it a bairnly thing," I said, "not worthy in you to ask, or me to render.

Yet I will not refuse you, neither," said I; "and the stain, if there be any, rests with yourself." And at that I kneeled fairly down.
"There!" she cried.

"There is the proper station, there is where I have been manoeuvring to bring you." And then, suddenly, "Kep,"[21] said she, flung me a folded billet, and ran from the apartment laughing.
The billet had neither place nor date.