'There's the Land of Cherry Isle!' he sang, courting her with his eyes.
'It's like an opera,' said Julia, rather faintly.
'What should it be ?' said Gideon.

'Am I not Jimson?
It would be strange if I did not serenade my love.

O yes, I mean the word, my Julia; and I mean to win you.

I am in dreadful trouble, and I have not a penny of my own, and I have cut the silliest figure; and yet I mean to win you, Julia.

Look at me, if you can, and tell me no!' She looked at him; and whatever her eyes may have told him, it is to be supposed he took a pleasure in the message, for he read it a long while.
'And Uncle Ned will give us some money to go on upon in the meanwhile,' he said at last.
'Well, I call that cool!' said a cheerful voice at his elbow.
Gideon and Julia sprang apart with wonderful alacrity; the latter annoyed to observe that although they had never moved since they sat down, they were now quite close together; both presenting faces of a very heightened colour to the eyes of Mr Edward Hugh Bloomfield.