Oh, I know what you're always thinking, you're thinking we're both exaggerated and theatrical, ain't you?
But don't you think it's a heap better to be exaggerated and theatrical about things that are just sentimental and romantic than to be so awfully possessed and overcome about things that are only real?
There, you needn't stare at me so! It's true.

You've had your fill of grandeur and propriety, and--here you are.

And," she added with a little chuckle, as she tucked up her feet and leaned a little closer to him, "here's ME." He did not speak, but his arm quite unconsciously passed round her small waist.
"You see, Clarence," she went on with equal unconsciousness of the act, "you ought never to have let me go--never! You ought to have kept me here--or run away with me.

And you oughtn't to have tried to make me proper.

And you oughtn't to have driven me to flirt with that horrid Spaniard, and you oughtn't to have been so horribly cold and severe when I did.