I give you my word, I didn't.

If I'd known it, I'd surely have come in sooner.

There, forgive me.

I'm particularly light-headed and futile to-day, and I hope--Beg pardon ?" She was leaning toward him, her hands on the counter, a peculiar gleam in her dark eyes--which now, for the first time, struck him as rather more keen and penetrating than he had suspected before.
"I simply want to tell you, Mr.King, that unless you really expect to buy this sword it is not wise in you to make it an excuse for coming here." "My dear young lady, I--" "My uncle has a queer conception of the proprieties.

He may think that you come to see me." A radiant smile leaped into her face, transforming its strange sombreness into absolutely impish mirth.
"Well, hang it all, he can't object to that, can he?
Besides, I never buy without haggling," he expostulated, suddenly exhilarated, he knew not why.
"Don't come in here unless you expect to buy," she said, serious in an instant.