That is, if I was contented,' he went on to say, with a sort of a groan.
There never was a greater mistake in the world, I believe, than for a man to let a woman know how much he cares for her.

It's right enough if she's made up her mind to take him, no odds what happens.

But if there's any half-and-half feeling in her mind about him, and she's uncertain and doubtful whether she likes him well enough, all this down-on-your-knees business works against you, more than your worst enemy could do.

I didn't know so much about it then.

I've found it out since, worse luck.
And I really believe if George had had the savey to crack himself up a little, and say he'd met a nice girl or two in the back country and hid his hand, Aileen would have made it up with him that very Christmas, and been a happy woman all her life.
When old Mrs.Storefield came in she put us through our facings pretty brisk--where we'd been, what we'd done?
What took us to Melbourne,--how we liked it?
What kind of people they were?
and so on.