If you were to go down on your knees to them, they could not give you any scent.

I am walking up and down the room, in a state of the utmost agitation.

My heart is beating so as to make me feel quite sick.

My fingers are very hot, but hardly so hot as my face.
"For Heaven's sake do not make me laugh! do not!" cry I, nervously, "it would be _too_ dreadful if I were to receive his overtures with a broad grin, would not it?
There! is it gone?
Do I look quite grave ?" I take half a dozen hurried turns along the floor, and try to think of all our most depressing family themes--father; Algy's college-bills; Tou Tou's shrunk face and thin legs; nothing will do.

When I stop before the glass and consult it, that hysterical smile is there still.
"Do you remember the day, when we were children, that we all went to the dentist ?" says the Brat, chuckling, "and father gave Bobby a New Testament because he had his eye-tooth out?
Does to-day at all remind you of it, Nancy ?" "I had far rather have _both_ my eye-teeth out, and several of my double ones, too," reply I, sincerely.
A little pause.
"I must not keep him waiting any longer," cry I, desperately.