Besides, when a man receives such a delicate, refined, graceful, exquisite apology as this,"-- here he lifted the hand, looked at it critically, and bestowed another kiss upon it,--"he would be a fool not to make the most of it." "Ah, I'm afraid you're dangerous.

You are well named--Freeman!" "My name is Harvey: won't you call me by it ?" "Oh, I can't!" "Try! Would it make it easier if I were to call you by yours ?" "Mine is Miss Parsloe." "Pooh! How can that be your name which you are going to change so soon?
When I look at you, I see your name; when I think of you, I say it to myself,--Grace!" "How do you know I am going to change my name soon--or ever ?" "Whom are you talking to ?" "To you,--Harvey! Oh!" She snatched her hand away and pressed it over her lips.
"How do I know you are beautiful, Grace, and--irresistible ?" "But I'm not! You're making fun of me! Besides, I'm twenty." "How many times have you been engaged ?" "Never.

Nobody wants to be engaged to a poor girl.

Oh me!" "Do you know what you are made of, Grace?
Fire and flowers! Few men in the world are men enough to be a match for you.

But what have you been doing with yourself all this time?
Why do you come to a place like this ?" "Maybe I had a presentiment that...