Boys of eighteen are not apt to enjoy jokes which do not originate with themselves; they are suspicious of them.
"I suppose I must go now," said Geoff, looking at his watch; "but I shall see you again before I leave.

I'll come in to-morrow after I've met my man." "All right," said Phil; "I won't go out till you come." "Oh, pray don't feel obliged to stay in.

I can't at all tell when I shall be able to get through with the fellow." "Come to dinner if you can," suggested Clover.

"Phil is sure to be at home then." Lovers are like ostriches.

Geoff went away just shaking hands casually, and was very particular to say "Miss Carr;" and he and Clover felt that they had managed so skilfully and concealed their secret so well; yet the first remark made by Phil as the door shut was, "Geoff seems queer to-night, somehow, and so do you.