But, then, I don't like modest men." "Listen to that," chuckled Stevenson, "and yet she married me! But what she says is true, Cowles.

It will be worse than Chapultepec in the crowd anywhere around Ellen to-night.

You might lose a leg or an arm in the crush, and if you got through, you'd only lose your heart.

Better leave her alone." "Lord, what a night it'll be for the ball," said Kitty, sweeping an idle arm toward Parade, which was now filling up with strings of carriages from the city.

We could see men now putting down the dancing floor.