"But can you doubt it? Don't you think I am very kissable?"
"I do, but I prefer that others should not."
"Oh no! how dull that would be!" she said, sparkling with laughter.
"Don't you agree that there is something a trifle vulgar in permitting Tom, Dick, and Harry to kiss you?"
"That's to say I'm vulgar, Charles. Am I, do you think?"
"The wonder is that you are not."
"The wonder?"
"Yes, since you do vulgar things."
She flushed, and looking directly into his eyes, said: "You are not wise to talk like that to me, my friend."
"My dear, did you suppose I should be so complaisant as to allow other men to kiss you? What an odd notion you must have of me!"