Of course you do.

And you've taken her for granted ever since you were so high.

Now here's a word of wisdom for you, mon gars.

No girl likes to be taken for granted after she's, say, fourteen,--unless, ma fe, she's as ugly as sin.
If she's a beauty, as our Carette is, she knows it, and she's not going to drop into any man's mouth like a ripe fig.

Mon Gyu, no!"-- with a crisp nod.
"It's true, every word of it," I said, knowing quite well that those clever old brown eyes of hers could bore holes in me and read me like a book.
"Just you tell me what to do, Aunt Jeanne, and I'll do it as sure as I sit here." "As sure as you sit there you never will, unless you jump right up and win her, my boy.