The young man glanced through the window, to which he walked; he seemed embarrassed, and then turning to her, he said peevishly—
“You seem to think, Alice, that one can never make a mistake, or change an opinion.”
“But I did not say so; only, Dick, I must tell you that I have such a horror of that man—a terror of him—as nothing can ever get over.”
“I'm to blame for that.”
“No, I can't say you are. I don't mind stories so much as——”
“As what?”
“As looks.”
“Looks! Why, you used to think him a gentlemanly-looking fellow, and so he is.”
“Looks and language,” said Alice.
“I thought he was a very civil fellow.”