Remember him? ah!
Berry could have laughed aloud at the tender question.
She knew that she could never forget his glance and smile of this morning her whole life long.
Yet, with her pretty head poised, coquettishly, on one side, and her eyes half veiled under their shady lashes, she faltered demurely:
“I—I—believe you are the same gentleman that passed with Miss Montague this morning, and bowed to me.”
“Yes, you are right,” he answered, with a soft laugh, as he leaned his elbows on the gate with his face very close to her, while he continued tenderly:
“And from the first moment I saw your lovely face I could not get you out of my mind. I asked Miss Montague who was that pretty young girl, and she frowned at me, and said: ‘There’s not a pretty face that can escape you, Charley; but that is only little Berry Vining, the daughter of a poor tailoress, not in our set at all, so don’t ask for an introduction.’”
Berry’s cheeks grew hot, and her heart thumped with anger as she said to herself:
“I’ll pay you out for that, my proud lady, by taking him away from you!”
Handsome Charley Bonair continued wheedlingly: