I know when I was engaged myself once, long ago, I did not seem to care to talk to any one but her.

She did not feel the same about it, which perhaps accounted for her marrying some one else, which was quite a blow to me at the time.

But still I could fully enter into young Carr's feelings, especially when he went on to expatiate on her perfections.

Nothing, he averred, was too good for her.
At last he dropped his voice, and, after looking about him in the dusk, to make sure he was not overheard, he said: "I have picked up a few stones for her on my travels; a few sapphires of considerable value.

I don't care to have it generally known that I have jewels about me, but I don't mind telling _you_." "My dear fellow," I replied, laying my hand on his shoulder, and sinking my voice to a whisper, "not a soul on board this vessel suspects it, but so have I." It was too dark for me see his face, but I felt that he was much impressed by what I had told him.
"Then _you_ will know where I had better keep mine," he said, a moment later, with his impulsive boyish confidence.