"What's you, Mr. Ben? Explain yourself. How strange you talk. What do you mean, Mr. Ben?"
"Well, that's cool," said Ben.
"What's cool?"
"I tell you what it is, Miss Arabella W., I'm disappointed in you; ain't you ashamed to look me in the face?"
"Ashamed?"
"Yes, positively ashamed?"
"No, Mr. Ben. I may regret the indiscretion that is past; but I cannot see in it anything to be ashamed of."
"You don't?"
"Indeed, Mr. Ben, I do not."
"Then, Miss A. W., you are about the coolest little piece of goods I have met with for some time. Come—come, easy does it; but haven't you been telling me all this time about something you have been about, that—that—was rather improper, in a manner of speaking?"