He arose instantly.
"I beg your pardon," he said.

"The fact is, I am leaving Chicago sorely disappointed.

It makes me bitter and reckless.

I thought you one more of those queer, useless people who have thrust themselves on me constantly, and I was careless.

Forgive me, and tell me why you came." "I will if I like you," said the Angel stoutly, "and if I don't, I won't!" "But I began all wrong, and now I don't know how to make you like me," said his lordship, with sincere penitence in his tone.
The Angel found herself yielding to his voice.