"What? better zan Sakespeare, Milton, Bairon? You much surprass me."
"Better known and better loved than the whole lot. Why, his poetry is known by heart through all England and America."
"Merciful Heaven! what you tell me! ees eet possbl! An yet he is not known here efen by name. It would plees me mooch, my Senator, to hajre you make one quotatione. Know you Watt? Tell to me some words of his which I may remembaire."
"I have a shocking bad memory."
"Bad raemora! Oh, but you remember somethin, zis mos beautful charm nait--you haf a nobile soul--you mus be affecta by beauty--by ze ideal. Make for a me one quotatione."
And she rested her little hand on the Senator's arm, and looked up imploringly in his face.
The Senator looked foolish. He felt even more so. Here was a beautiful woman, by act and look showing a tender interest in him. Perplexing--but very flattering after all. So he replied:
"You will not let me refuse you any thing."
"Aha! you are vera willin to refuse. It is difficulty for me to excitare youar regards. You are fill with the grands ideas. But come--will you spik for me some from your favorit Watt?"
"Well, if you wish it so much," said the Senator, kindly, and he hesitated.