I'm sure he thinks you're going to accept him." "No, he doesn't." "How do you know ?" "I told him after supper.

He asked me to come out with him.

I told him I couldn't marry him." Janet looked at her with curiosity, her eyes narrowed, judging the tone of the words rather than the words themselves, as if they were subject for her brush.
"How did he take it ?" she asked, gaining time for the maturity of her judgment.
"I feel awfully sorry for him.

He went out again when I came in." "Takes it badly, then ?" "I'm afraid so." "You're sorry for him ?" "Yes." "Why?
You haven't thrown him over.

He's taken his chance--he'll get over it.