"I'm sorry I spoke as I did," she said. "Will you forgive me?"
"Forgive you?" he cried. "Why, I—"
"And now," she interrupted, "let us talk of other things. Of ships, and shoes, and sealing-wax—"
"All the topics in the world," he replied, "can lead to but one with me—"
"Ships?" asked the girl.
"For honeymoons," he suggested.
"Shoes?"
"In some circles of society, I believe they are flung at bridal parties."
"And sealing-wax?"
"On the license, isn't it?" he queried.