“Yes.”
“Ah, my dear friend, you must allow me some brief space of time to consider the matter over. You know, my lord, we must be governed by the rules of etiquette, and, it is, therefore, for me to arrive at some satisfactory conclusion as to what is seemly and proper in a case of this sort.”
“Upon my word, Awabella, you talk more like some old sage than as a cheery and fascinating young girl. I don’t care to argue questions of this nature. Arguments are altogether out of place in—ahem—in affairs of the heart, you know.”
“In affairs of the heart, my lord?”
“Certainly. Now don’t you be so pwovoking. I do declare that I have a mind to stop your mouth with——”
He drew her towards him and kissed her passionately.
“My lord, pray don’t. What can you be thinking about?” she ejaculated.
“I think only of you, my darling Awabella—only of you,” he replied.
“I am really very sorry you should be wanting in confidence,” she returned, pouting.
“Well, I don’t care. You’ll dwive me to despewation—that’s what you’ll do.”