However, as I once informed you that you were very far from being my ideal, possibly it may now be my duty to qualify that harsh statement somewhat." "By confessing that I am your ideal ?" "Oh, indeed, no! We never realize our ideals, you know, or else they would entirely cease to be ideals.

My confession is limited to a mere admission that I now consider you a very pleasant young man." "You offer me a stone when I cry unto you for bread," he exclaimed.
"The world is filled with pleasant young men.

They are a drug on the market.

I beg some special distinction, some different classification in your eyes." "You are becoming quite hard to please," her face turned partially away, her look meditative, "and--and dictatorial; but I will try.

You are intelligent, a splendid dancer, fairly good-looking, rather bright at times, and, no doubt, would prove venturesome if not held strictly to your proper place.