He was very grateful and so we made a rendezvous for the next Thursday, and I came on at once to dine with you." "Goodness!" I cried laughing.

"A soldier, a nickel-plated bicycle and a great romantic passion!" "If I had said a brooch, or a necklace, some trinket which would have cost ten times as much, you would have found it quite natural." "Yes," I admitted, "but I don't think I'd have introduced the necklace the first evening if there had been any romance in the affair, and the nickel-plated bicycle to me seems irresistibly comic." "Frank," he cried reprovingly, "I cannot talk to you if you laugh; I am quite serious.

I don't believe you know what a great romantic passion is; I am going to convince you that you don't know the meaning of it." "Fire away," I replied, "I am here to be convinced.

But I don't think you will teach me that there is any romance except where there is another sex." "Don't talk to me of the other sex," he cried with distaste in voice and manner.

"First of all in beauty there is no comparison between a boy and a girl.