I was very unhappy, and--" "Oh, Frank!" she said; "unhappy!" "Yes," I said, "I was never more so in my life.

I believed you preferred speaking to Mr Mawley and Horner, to talking to me, and I thought it very unkind of you." "Well, do not think so again, sir," she said, with such a pretty affectation of sternness, and laughing one of her light, silvery laughs.
"And you did not wish me away ?" I asked, anxiously.
"Of course not," she answered.

"Why should I have done so?
You would not have been invited, sir, if your noble presence had not been wished for, Master Frank." "And you didn't care so much for Mawley after all ?" I continued, rendered bolder by her changed manner.
"You must not ask too many questions, sir!" she said.

"This just shows how very unreasonable you were! How could I have neglected everybody else to speak to you, only, all the evening; what would they have thought, sir?
what would mamma have said?
Besides, you were not very entertaining, Master Frank; you were very cross, sir; you know you were!" "But you forgive me now, Min, don't you ?" I implored.
"Yes," she said, "if you promise never to be cross with me again." "What, cross with _you_ ?" I exclaimed.
"You were, though, last night," she said, with a little toss of her well-shaped head.
I thought the time had now arrived for making my little peace-offering; and yet, I felt as shy and nervous about it as did poor "Young John," the gaoler's son of the Marshalsea, when he went to call on Little Dorrit's father in the grand Bond Street hotel, and drew his humble present of a bundle of cigars from his coat-pocket.
"Min," I said, "you have heard me speak of a clever little bird I had-- Dicky Chips ?" "Oh, yes," she said.

"You mean the nice little fellow you taught to do so many funny things?
Nothing has happened to him, I hope, Frank?
I should be so very sorry," she added, sympathisingly, "for I know you are very fond of him." "No," said I hesitatingly; "nothing has happened to him, exactly; that is, Min, I have brought him over for you; and, unless you accept him, I shall think you are still angry with me, and have not forgiven me." I thereupon pulled the little chap, cage and all, out of my pocket, and presented him to her.
"Oh, Frank!" she exclaimed, in her sweet, earnest accents, with a ring of emotion in them.