He saw her anew; he loved her anew.
"Why did you look so pretty to-night?
You little witch!" he murmured in her ear, as he held her close to him.
"Arthur!"-- she drew herself away from him.

"_Did_ I look pretty?
Honour bright!" "Delicious! How often am I to say it ?" "You'd better not.

Don't wake the devil in me, Arthur! It's all this tea-gown.

If you go on like this, I shall have to buy one like it." "Buy a dozen!" he said joyously.

"Look there, Doris--you see that path?
Let's go on to the moor a little." Out they crept, like truant children, through the wood-path and out upon the moor.