"How you did flatter that poor little Miss Bell, Loftie.

Her cheeks were like peonies while you talked to her.

You certainly had an air of great tenderness, and I expect you have turned the poor little thing's head." "Yes, Loftus," interrupted Mabel.

"I remarked you, too, with Miss Bell.
What a little fright she is--I never could have supposed she was in your style." "Good gracious," began Loftus, "you didn't think--" But Catherine in her sedate voice interrupted him.
"Beatrice and I were watching you.

I laughed when I saw that expression of tenderness filling your glorious dark eyes, but I think Bee was vexed." "Vexed?
No, Kate, surely not vexed ?" "I think so, Loftus.