"Is she? Well, perhaps so. Wouldn't be my style; but every one to his taste."
"It you saw her now—"
"Oh, I've seen her often enough, just as she's seen me."
"She hasn't seen you as you are to-day, and neither have you seen her. A few years makes a difference."
He looked at me quizzically.
"Look here, little Alix, what are you giving us? Do you think I'd turn you down now—for all the Lady Cissies in the British peerage? Do you, now?"
"Not, perhaps, if you put it as turning me down—"
"Well, as you turning me down, then?"
"Our outlook is pretty dark, isn't it?"
"Just wait."