I laughed.
"You are a pretty creature!" said Smith, drawing in his breath, his amorous feelings for an instant driving the bills out of his head, and then added hastily, with an altered expression of countenance, "But you really must pay your bills!"
"You don't say so?"
"If," continued Smith earnestly; "if you had but ha' let me ha knode, you see; but, in this way, you hurt my credit in the City."
"What signifies having credit, in such a vulgar place as that?"
"You talk like a child," exclaimed Smith impatiently.
"Come," said I to Smith, "hand out your stamps."
"And Miss, do you expect me to find you in stamps too?"
I laughed.
"But," continued Smith, growing enthusiastic all at once, "you look so beautiful and charming in your little blue satin dress. You bought that satin of me I think? Ah, yes, I remember—you do look so pretty, and so tempting, and so, so—oh Lord."