"Oh, Miss Wilton—Katharine," he replied desperately, "I am devoured by my—"
"Lieutenant Seymour!" She drew herself up with great hauteur, letting the cloak drop about her waist.
"Madam!"
"Only my friends call me Katharine."
"And am I not, may I not be, one of your friends?"
"Well, yes—I suppose so; but you are so young."
"I am just twenty-seven, madam, and you, I suppose, are—"
"Never be ungallant enough to suppose a young lady's age. You may do those things in Philadelphia, if you like, but 't is not the custom here. Besides, I mean too young a friend; you have not known me long enough, that is."
"Long enough! I have known you ever since Tuesday of last week."
"And this is Friday,—just ten days, ten long days!" she replied triumphantly.