You don't dislike me, Kate, do you ?" "You know that I don't, Cousin Tom," said the young lady, with downcast eyes.

He had cornered her so skilfully against the great lamp that she could move neither to the right nor to the left.
"Do you like me, then, Kate ?" he asked eagerly, with a loving light in his earnest grey eyes.
"Of course I do." "Do you think you could love me ?" continued this persistent young man.
"I don't mean all at once, and in a moment, because I know very well that I am not worthy of it.

But in time don't you think you could come to love me ?" "Perhaps," murmured Kate, with averted face.

It was such a very little murmur that it was wonderful that it should be audible at all; yet it pealed in the young man's ears above the rattle and the clatter of the busy street.

His head was very near to hers at the time.
"Now's your time, sir," roared the semaphoric policeman.
Had Tom been in a less exposed position it is possible that he might have acted upon that well-timed remark from the cunning constable.
The centre of a London crossing is not, however, a very advantageous spot for the performance of love passages.