Any fellow might come over to Northbury and pick her up.

Why, she's perfectly splendid.

I knew I was in love with her--felt it all along.

Just think of my patrician mother giving in, though.

Well, nothing could suit me better." Bertram felt so excited that he paced up and down his room, and even drank off a brandy and soda, which was not in his usual line, for he was a sober young fellow enough.
As he walked up and down he thought again of that night when he had last seen Beatrice.