He kissed the air toward her.
He might as well have blown kisses to the brown spire of Trinity Church.
"Alfred, you must solemnly promise me one thing," she said, at length.
"Sweet," said Alfred, who began to feel that he had dined very much, indeed--"sweet, come here!" Fanny flushed and wrinkled her brow.

Mr.Dinks was frightened.
"Oh no, dear--no, not at all," said he.
"My love," said she, in a voice as calm but as black as her eyes, "do you promise or not?
That's all." Poor Dinks! He said Yes, in a feeble way, and hoped she wouldn't be angry.

Indeed--indeed, he didn't know how much he had been drinking.

But the fellers kept ordering wine, and he had to drink on; and, oh! dear, he wouldn't do so again if Fanny would only forgive him.

Dear, dear Fanny, please to forgive a miserable feller! And Miss Newt's betrothed sobbed, and wept, and half writhed on the sofa in maudlin woe.
Fanny stood erect, patting the floor with her foot and looking at this spectacle.