I confess I wasn’t overwhelmingly attracted by her at first; she was so unlike the rest. Laughing bitterly. Ha, ha, ha!
Lily.
Weakly. Ha, ha, ha! Wasn’t I dowdy!
Jeyes.
But she was humble, and naïve, and confiding; and my vanity was tickled by her delight at the little treats I gave her, and by her gratitude for a tuppeny-ha’penny present or two. Nobody, I believe, with any pretensions to being a gentleman, had paid her much attention before I arrived on the scene.
Lily.
In a murmur. No; nobody.
Jeyes.
I didn’t find out that I was in love with her—you guess it’s a love story, don’t you?——
Farncombe.