"Referring further to my fellow man, I beg to say that her wishes cut very little ice. She will get the experience whether she wants it or not."
"Accurate observer! Are you trying to flatter me?"
"As how?"
"Do you think me pretty?"
"Even in the darkness——"
"Be serious. Do you?"
"Why, of course I do. I never saw a prettier girl in my life."
"Cross your heart?"
"Honest Injun—wish I may die!"
"Oh, well," said Clyde, "that's something. That's satisfactory. I'm glad to extract something of a complimentary nature at last. You were far better when I met you at the Wades'. You did pay me a compliment, and you asked me for a rose. Please, sir, do you remember asking a poor girl for a rose?"