Dorothy took no side; those questions of marriages and wives and husbands would ever find her tongue-tied if Richard were around.
"Will you have some tea ?" asked Bess, when Richard, in response to the rapped window, made his way into her presence.
No, Richard would not have tea.
"Then you may smoke," said Bess.

"That proves me your friend, doesn't it ?" as Richard started a grateful cloud.

"Now, to repay my friendship, I want to ask a question and a favor." "You shall!" cried Richard magniloquently.

Bess and he were on amiable terms, and he was secretly assured that the blonde pythoness approved him.

"What am I to answer?
What am I to do?
Has the cherished Fopling gone astray?
Say but the word, and I shall hale him to your feet." "Mr.Fopling is in the library," replied Bess.