“How do you know I am going to change my name soon—or ever?”
“Whom are you talking to?”
“To you,—Harvey! Oh!” She snatched her hand away and pressed it over her lips.
“How do I know you are beautiful, Grace, and—irresistible?”
“But I’m not! You’re making fun of me! Besides, I’m twenty.”
“How many times have you been engaged?”
“Never. Nobody wants to be engaged to a poor girl. Oh me!”
“Do you know what you are made of, Grace? Fire and flowers! Few men in the world are men enough to be a match for you. But what have you been doing with yourself all this time? Why do you come to a place like this?”
“Maybe I had a presentiment that... What nonsense we are talking! But what you said reminds me. It’s the strangest coincidence!”
“What is it?”