"It's none too easy in this place, and with your solemn society, my dear fellow.

But confess that the milkmaid has found favour in your eyes, or resign all claim to be a man of taste." "It is no matter," returned Archie.
But the other continued to look at him, steadily and quizzically, and his colour slowly rose and deepened under the glance, until not impudence itself could have denied that he was blushing.

And at this Archie lost some of his control.

He changed his stick from one hand to the other, and--"O, for God's sake, don't be an ass!" he cried.
"Ass?
That's the retort delicate without doubt," says Frank.

"Beware of the homespun brothers, dear.