"Indeed? Where does your lecture carry you?"
"Over on the West side—to that Settlement."
"Um. Bad neighborhood to be going into alone, at night."
"I'm not going alone," returned Jane, with a kind of fluttering joyfulness.
"Oh! with some girl friends, then? Not much better—that way."
"I'm not going with any girl friends"—this accompanied by a perceptible palpitation of delight. She looked at Mrs. Bates with eyes that seemed to say, "Please go on; don't stop right there."
"Oh, then, that kind, good brother, perhaps," suggested Mrs. Bates—going on.
"No, not that kind, good brother." Jane's face was fairly beaming.
"Some other kind, good young man, then."
"Yes," responded Jane, with a challenging light on her countenance; "some other kind, good young man."