"Um-m! I hadn't noticed it."
"This is the first time I have ever talked so freely with a gentleman, and I suppose it is immodest. After all, it is much better that old people who are of more experience should discuss these questions."
"But don't you want to have a voice in your own affairs?" he eagerly urged. "Do you really want your relatives to tell you whom to meet, whom to love, and whom to marry?"
She answered, frankly: "Sometimes I feel that way. Yet at other times I am sure they must know best."
"I don't believe you are the sort to shut your eyes and do exactly as you're told."
"I do rebel sometimes. I protest, but it is only the American blood in me."
"If you'd learn to know me a little bit, maybe you'd enjoy having me around the house."
"But I cannot know you, any more than you can know me," she cried, with a little gesture of despair at his dullness. "Don't you see—before we could get acquainted nicely people would be talking?"
"Let's try. You're living at the country place again, aren't you?
Suppose I should get lost some day—tomorrow, for instance?"
"No, no! Listen. It is the warning bell, and we must return."