"You always look well, but this morning you excel yourself, you are grand! I mean it. What a prize for some lucky man to win!"
She laughed.
"The lucky man has not come along yet apparently; I am near thirty," she said.
"At the height of your charms; you'll meet the right man one day and he'll be carried off his feet and surrender at once, he'll have no option."
"Can't he see, oh, can't he see he is the right man! I'd fling myself into his arms if he asked me," she thought with longing.
"He will have to hurry up," she answered smiling.
He remained an hour or so and then left.
"Be sure and come to my house in town in Derby week," she said.
"I'll be there. You asked me to stay."
"Will you?"