Yet wooing her?—He wellnigh made me doubt
If I might not mistake her,—doubt I check’d,
Flush’d fiercely soon that Elbert’s deeds could hint
Thought so unworthy. When I spoke to him,
He laugh’d me off.
“Why, man, I like your friend,
And she likes me; and with the other sex
The more we like, sometimes, the less we love—
Or think we love. Do I deceive her, then,
In showing friendliness?—Why think you so?—