"I do," he rejoined stoutly, "for, as I fell in love with you the moment we met, I saw only your eyes and your angel face. How could you expect me to remember a mere dress when----"
"Oh, what nonsense--very nice nonsense; still nonsense."
"I like talking nonsense to you."
"And I like to hear it from you. But it isn't bread and butter."
"You're thinking of afternoon tea," said George Walker audaciously.
"No. I'm thinking of how we are to live when we marry."
The mere mention of that delicious word made George forget the warning conveyed by the sentence. "Marry! Marry you! Oh, heaven!"
"A pauper heaven, I fear," said Lesbia; then fished in her pocket, "see, the only valuable thing I possess, besides your love. It is for you."
"Oh, my dear, it's not a man's ornament."
"As if that matters, since I give it to you," she said, laughing. "I must give you something, and this is all I have to give."