"Not for worlds," said he. "Anything else. But I won't leave Craford."
"You have promised," said she.
"Ah, but I did n't dream there would be any question of my leaving
Craford. There's a woman at Craford I 'm in love with. I won't leave
Craford."
"You have solemnly promised," said she.
"Hang my promise," gaily he outfaced her.
"Promises are sacred." She looked serious.
"Not promises extorted in the dark," contended he.
"Give me back my rose," said she, putting forth her hand.
"No," said he, pressing the rose anew to his face.
"Yes," said she, her foolhardy hand awaiting it.