"A fellow is always entitled to five minutes, and then I am down for the next waltz." "Oh no!" "But I am, and you can't get out of it now.

Oh, Florence, will you answer me a question,--one question?
I asked it you before, and you did not vouchsafe me any answer." "You asked me no question," said Florence, who remembered to the last syllable every word that had been said to her on that occasion.
"Did I not?
I am sure you knew what it was that I intended to ask." Florence could not but think that this was quite another thing.

"Oh, Florence, can you love me ?" Had she given her ears for it she could not have told him the truth then, on the spur of the moment.

Her mother's eye was, she knew, watching her through the door-way all the way across from the other room.

And yet, had her mother asked her, she would have answered boldly that she did love Harry Annesley, and intended to love him for ever and ever with all her heart.