"D'you think it would be wrong, or d'you only think it would be a nuisance?" she asked.
"It's a new notion to me. I'd like to pleasure you and it wouldn't be a nuisance—far from it I'm sure; but as to whether it would be wrong—it would and it wouldn't I fancy. It couldn't be wrong in itself; but seeing you're tokened to another man, you're not free to take walks with Dick, Tom, or Harry. No doubt you see that."
"John wouldn't like it?"
"Certainly he wouldn't. You know that."
"Would you mind my walking with another man if you was engaged to me?"
"Yes, I should, very much indeed; especially if I was in the same fix that John Bamsey is."
"Poor John. There's such a thing as liking a man too well to love him, Mr. Maynard."
"Is there?"
"I'm beginning to feel—there—I've wasted enough of your time. You won't go for a walk with me?"
"I'd like to go for a walk with you."