I owe him my life, and what I value far more, my good looks.
La! I wish I had not told you that.

And after all this, don't I belong to my Christopher?
How could I be happy or respect myself if I married any one else?
And oh, papa! he looks wan and worn.

He has been fretting for his Simpleton.

Oh, dear! I mustn't think of that--it makes me cry; and you don't like scenes, do you ?" "Hate 'em!" "Well, then," said Rosa, coaxingly, "I'll tell you how to end them.
Marry your Simpleton to the only man who is fit to take care of her.

Oh, papa! think of his deep, deep affection for me, and pray don't snub him if--by any chance--after dinner--he should HAPPEN to ask you--something." "Oh, then it is possible that, by the merest chance, the gentleman you have accidentally asked to dinner, may, by some strange fortuity, be surprised into asking me a second time for something very much resembling my daughter's hand--eh ?" Rosa colored high.