Henry looked more and more disturbed as they went down the street.

"I declare, I don't know what Sylvia will say," he remarked, moodily.
"You mean about the pretty little love-affair ?" said Meeks, walking along fanning himself with his hat.
"Yes, she'll be dreadful upset." "Upset; why ?" "It beats me to know why.

Who ever does know the why of a woman ?" "What in creation is the fellow, anyhow ?" said Meeks, with a laugh.
"Are all the women going daft over him?
He isn't half bad looking, and he's a good sort, but I'm hanged if I can see why he should upset every woman who looks at him.

Here we've just escorted that poor Ayres girl home.

I declare, her face made me shiver.