The summer morning filled the room with light, and revealed no flaw in their young comeliness.
"Look here! It's January, February, March"-- he went on enumerating the months till he came to August--"that I've been hanging on here for no other earthly reason than to inspire in you the admiration for me that rises in me for you quite spontaneous." "Is that all you have to say ?" "Isn't that enough--eight months out of a young man's life ?" "It's not enough to make me waste my time at this hour in the morning." "Well, it's _not_ all, but it's what I'm going to say first; so you'll have to listen to it for my good before you listen to the other for your own.

I've done all I could, Miss White, to win your affection." He paused, looking at her, but she did not even look at him.

She did appear frightened, and, perceiving this, he took a tone more gentle and pliant.
"I can't think why you won't keep company with me.

I'm a real lovable young man, if you'd only look at the thing fairly." He had plenty of humour in him, but he did not seem to perceive the humour of acting as showman to himself.

He was evidently sincere.
"Why, now, one of my most lovable qualities is just that when I do attach myself I find it awful hard to pull loose again.