Of nothing at least but that the more I looked at it the more I liked it, and that if you weren't so unaccommodating this would be just the occasion for your giving me the pleasure of accepting it." He looked graver for her, at this, than he had looked all the morning.
"Do you propose it seriously--without wishing to play me a trick ?" She wondered.

"What trick would it be ?" He looked at her harder.

"You mean you really don't know ?" "But know what ?" "Why, what's the matter with it.

You didn't see, all the while ?" She only continued, however, to stare.

"How could you see--out in the street ?" "I saw before I went out.