On the contrary, I'm delighted to make your acquaintance.

Have you been up there ?--I suppose you have ?" And the young man pointed toward the Bower of Nature.
"Yes," said Verty.
"Visiting ?" "Yes--Redbud." "Pretty little Miss Summers ?" Verty heaved a profound sigh, and said, "Yes." The young man shook his head.
"Take care, my dear fellow," he said, with a wise air, "I saw her in town the other morning, and I consider her dangerous.

She would not be dangerous to me; I am an old bird among the charming young damsels of this wicked world, and, consequently, not to be caught by chaff--such chaff as brilliant eyes, and rosy-cheeks, and smiles; but, without being critical, my dear friend, I may be permitted to observe, that you look confiding.

Take care--it is the advice of a friend.

Come and see me at Bousch's tavern where I am staying, if my visnomy has made a favorable impression--Ah! there's Fanny! I must fly to her--the charming infant." And the young man gave a farewell nod to Verty, and went on singing, and making signs to the distant Fanny.
Verty gazed after him for a moment; then heaving another sigh much more profound than any which had yet issued from his lips, went slowly on toward the town--his shoulders drooping, his arms hanging down, his eyes intently engaged in staring vacancy out of countenance.