Have a little patience.

Aye, she was in his arms but it's only fair to say that she had gone into a swoon." "A swoon?
What the devil made her swoon?
She's never swooned in _my_ arms and I've clipped her close enough.

She giggled and tittered I grant you, but never the ghost of a swoon." "There's no rule for the mad humour of a woman, as you must know, Mr.
Dorrimore." "But swooning--that's a sign she was in earnest.

She was never in earnest with me--just a hoyden asking to be won." "I crave your honour's pardon.

The girl was in earnest enough when she smashed your carriage window with the heel of her shoe and leaped out like a young filly clearing a five barred gate." "Pest! Don't remind me of that.