But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ’ware,
My true love’s passion; therefore pardon me;
And not impute this yielding to light love.
And all my fortune at thy foot I’ll lay,
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.’”
“Great ginger!” gasped Ephraim. “Did a female woman write that stuff to yeou, Frank?”
“That is not all,” said Merry. “She has ended, like the others, by trying to make an appointment with me.”
“It seems to be getting pretty hot, Frank,” said Bart.
“Too hot,” declared Merry, plainly annoyed. “I don’t like it at all.”
“Most actors would like it. They would be in their glory.”