'So long since you've seen me'—oh, ages!—
Let's see, why it's ten days ago—
'Seems years'—oh! of course—don't look spooney—
It isn't becoming, you know.
How bright the stars seem to-night, don't they?
What was it you said about eyes?
How sweet!—why you must be a poet—
One never can tell till he tries.
Why can't you be sensible, Harry!
I don't like men's arms on my chair.
Be still! if you don't stop this nonsense
I'll get up and leave you;—so there!
Oh! please don't—I don't want to hear it—
A boy like you talking of love.
'My answer!'—Well, sir, you shall have it—
Just wait till I get off my glove.
See that?—Well, you needn't look tragic,
It's only a solitaire ring,—
Of course I am 'proud of it'—very—
It's rather an elegant thing.
Engaged!—yes—why, didn't you know it?
I thought the news must have reached here—
Why, the wedding will be in October—
The 'happy man'—Charley Leclear.
Now don't blame me—I tried to stop you—
But you would go on like a goose;
I'm sorry it happened—forget it—
Don't think of it—don't—what's the use?
There's somebody coming—don't look so—
Get up on the railing again—
Can't you seem as if nothing had happened?
I never saw such geese as men!
Ah, Charley, you've found me! A galop?
The 'Bahn frei?' Yes; take my bouquet—
And my fan, if you will—now I'm ready—
You'll excuse me, of course, Mr. Gray."
