"I suppose you've made pretty speeches to a girl before now?
That's all she wants." Fritz, himself a lover, understood better my distress.

He laid his hand on my shoulder, but said nothing.
"I think, though," pursued that cold-blooded old Sapt, "that you'd better make your offer tonight." "Good heavens!" "Or, any rate, go near it: and I shall send a 'semi-official' to the papers." "I'll do nothing of the sort--no more will you!" said I."I utterly refuse to take part in making a fool of the princess." Sapt looked at me with his small keen eyes.

A slow cunning smile passed over his face.
"All right, lad, all right," said he.

"We mustn't press you too hard.
Soothe her down a bit, if you can, you know.

Now for Michael!" "Oh, damn Michael!" said I."He'll do tomorrow.