So, addressing him with mock gravity, she said: "You're right, Mr.Ryder--I mean Jefferson.

You're quite right.
You are Jefferson from this time on, only remember"-- here she shook her gloved finger at him warningly--"mind you behave yourself! No more such sentimental speeches as you made just now." Jefferson beamed.

He felt at least two inches taller, and at that moment he would not have changed places with any one in the world.
To hide the embarrassment his gratification caused him he pulled out his watch and exclaimed: "Why, it's a quarter past six.

We shall have all we can do to get back to the hotel and dress for dinner." Shirley rose at once, although loath to leave.
"I had no idea it was so late," she said.

"How the time flies!" Then mockingly she added: "Come, Jefferson--be a good boy and find a cab." They passed out of the Gardens by the gate facing the Theatre de l'Odeon, where there was a long string of _fiacres_ for hire.