'You do not think the worse of me for this ?' he asked tenderly.
'Because you have been so silly and got into such dreadful trouble?
you poor boy, no!' cried Julia; and, in the warmth of the moment, reached him her other hand; 'you may count on me,' she added.
'Really ?' said Gideon.
'Really and really!' replied the girl.
'I do then, and I will,' cried the young man.

'I admit the moment is not well chosen; but I have no friends--to speak of.' 'No more have I,' said Julia.

'But don't you think it's perhaps time you gave me back my hands ?' 'La ci darem la mano,' said the barrister, 'the merest moment more! I have so few friends,' he added.
'I thought it was considered such a bad account of a young man to have no friends,' observed Julia.
'O, but I have crowds of FRIENDS!' cried Gideon.

'That's not what I mean.

I feel the moment is ill chosen; but O, Julia, if you could only see yourself!' 'Mr Forsyth--' 'Don't call me by that beastly name!' cried the youth.