Then he seemed to undergo some internal spasm.
He dropped his hat, slid his chair to the side of Fanny's, and said, "Ah, Miss Newt, how can you ask me at such a moment ?" Miss Fanny looked at him with a perfectly unruffled face.
"Why not at this moment, Mr.Wetherley ?" "Ah, Miss Newt, how can you when you know my feelings?
Did you not carry my bouquet at the theatre last evening?
Have you not long authorized me by your treatment to declare--" "Stop, Mr.Wetherley," said Fanny, calmly.

"The day is warm--let us be cool.

Don't say any thing which you will regret to remember.

Don't mistake any thing that I have done as an indication of--" "Oh, Miss Newt," interrupted Zephyr, "how can you say such things?
Hear me but one word.

I assure you that I most deeply, tenderly, truly--" "Mr.Wetherley," said Fanny, putting down the book and speaking very firmly, "I really can not sit still and hear you proceed.