I am in love with him too.
So is Molly Carter, so is Anne Page, and so will be little Deb as soon as she is old enough.

He is fifty, and French, and a dancing master, and he wears an old, old, lace cravat and a powdered wig! When are we going back to the house, Mr.Cary ?" "Let us walk a little farther!" pleaded the gentleman.

"It is cool and pleasant, with no fuss, and no Ned Hunter, with the history of his life, confound him! Other men have histories as well as he! Your gown looks so pretty against the leaves.

Let us walk down to the lower gate." Unity pursed her red lips, and considered the distance with velvety black eyes.

"I have on my dancing shoes,--but perhaps you will help me across the brook!" "I will," declared Fairfax Cary, and, when the brook was reached, was as good as his word.
"I shall tell Uncle Dick to put safer stepping-stones," quoth Miss Dandridge, with heightened colour.