You must read them to me.

And aren't those roses wonderful?
She picked them, herself, in their conservatory.
I told her how fond you were of flowers." I judged that the young lady must have gone away with the idea that I was a combination of longshore lout and effeminate dilettante, with the financial resources of the former.

She might as well have that idea as any other, I supposed, but, in her eyes, I must be more of a freak than ever.

I should take care to keep out of the sight of those eyes as much as possible.

But that the millionaire's daughter had made a hit on the occasion of her first call was plain.