"I forgot I was not speaking to a lady," said she, innocently: then, right archly, "please forgive me." He caught her hand, and kissed it devotedly.
Then she quivered all over.

"You mustn't," said she with the gentlest possible tone of reproach.

"Oh dear, I am so sorry I am going." And she turned her sweet eyes on him, with tears in them.
Then a visitor was announced, and they parted.
He was deep in love.

He was also, by nature, rather obstinate.

Although she had said she thought it would be better for him not to see her off, yet he would go to the station, and see the last of her.
He came straight from the station to his mother.