I might have done it, but one thought restrained me--I should be hung for murder, and I was too bashful to submit to so public an ordeal.
I hurried across the room to get rid of her.

There was a young fellow standing there who looked about as out-of-place as I felt.

I thought I would speak to him.
"Come," said I, "let us take a little promenade outside--the women are too much for me." He made no answer.

I heard giggling and tittering breaking out all around the room, like rash on a baby with the measles.
"Come on," said I; "like as not they're laughing at us." "Look-a-here, you shouldn't speak to a fellow till you've been introduced," said that wicked Fred behind me.

"Mr.Flutter, allow me to make you acquainted with Mr.Flutter.