I should be sure to make a fool of myself.
No, I don't want to dance even with you.

No, certainly not!--let you dance with somebody else, and you engaged to me! Well, if I must, of course I must.

I declare, Florence, you have not spoken a single word to me, though there is so much that you must have to say.

What have you got to say?
What a question to ask! You must tell me.

Oh, you know what you have got to tell me! The sound of it will be the sweetest music that a man can possibly hear." "You knew it all, Harry," she whispered.
"But I want to hear it.