She is a precious superior girl.
She might come to like me in time.

Heigh ho!" The idea of his having a rival, or of any third person stepping in between him and the young lady to whom he had thrown his handkerchief, never entered into his Sultanship's head.

Also, when he came to think about it, he really saw no reason why she should not be brought to think well of him.

"As well me as another," said he to himself; "that's where it is.

She must marry somebody, you know!" Why was she gone so long?
He begins to doubt whether he has not after all been asleep and dreaming.