“Perhaps that would not be saying very much for yourself,” replied the young lady, as she took her place in the steamer chair.
“I am sorry you have such a poor opinion of us New Yorkers,” said the young man. “Why are you so late this morning?”
“I am not late; it is you who are early. This is my usual time. I have been a very punctual person all my life.”
“There you go again, speaking as if you were ever so old.”
“I am.”
“Well, I don’t believe it. I wish, however, that you had confidence enough in me to tell me something about yourself. Do you know, I was thinking this morning that I had met you before somewhere? I feel almost certain I have.”
“Well, that is quite possible, you know. You are a New Yorker, and I have lived in New York for a great number of years, much as you seem to dislike that phrase.”
“New York! Oh, that is like saying you have lived in America and I have lived in America. We might live for hundreds of years in New York and never meet one another!”
“That is very true, except that the time is a little long.”
“Then won’t you tell me something about yourself?”