"And I am glad to be going where lovers are less woebegone." "You look for lovers in London ?" I cried, I that had cried to Barbara--well, I have said my say on that.
"If Heaven send them," answered Cydaria.
"And you will forget me ?" "In truth, yes, unless you come yourself to remind me.

I have no head for absent lovers." "But if I come----" I began in a sudden flush of hope.
She did not (though it was her custom) answer in raillery; she plucked a leaf from the tree, and tore it with her fingers as she answered with a curious glance.
"Why, if you come, I think you'll wish that you had not come, unless, indeed, you've forgotten me before you come." "Forget you! Never while I live! May I come, Cydaria ?" "Most certainly, sir, so soon as your wardrobe and your purse allow.
Nay, don't be huffed.

Come, Simon, sweet Simon, are we not friends, and may not friends rally one another?
No, and if I choose, I will put my hand through your arm.

Indeed, sir, you're the first gentleman that ever thrust it away.

See, it is there now! Doesn't it look well there, Simon--and feel well there, Simon ?" She looked up into my face in coaxing apology for the hurt she had given me, and yet still with mockery of my tragic airs.