“The property of a friend of mine; a gentleman.”
“On or off?”
“Off.”
“Humph! That seems to me—a—a—rather a queer offering to a lady.”
“Do you think so?”
“I am a plain man, not used to flattering women, but if I wished to express my regard for a lady I would offer her my heart instead of my leg.”
“It would be dreadful if the lady happened not to want any portion of you, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes; but suppose I should offer her the Pottawatomie Reservation besides, do you think she would refuse?”
“You had better undertake the investigation yourself. How can I know?”
“I will undertake it now. I offer my heart to you! I offer the Reservation also. I love you, Pandora. Oh, how I love you! Will you be my wife?”