“It isn’t a very pretty city,” said Miss Earle.
“Oh, I think you are mistaken,” replied her lover. “To me it is the most beautiful city in the world.”
“Do you really mean that?” she said, looking at him with surprise.
“Yes, I do. It is the first city through which I have walked with the lady who is to be my wife.”
“Oh, indeed,” remarked the lady who was to be his wife, “and have you never walked with—”
“Now, see here,” said Morris, “that subject is barred out. We left all those allusions on the steamer. I say I am walking now with the lady who is to be my wife. I think that statement of the case is perfectly correct, is it not?”
“I believe it is rather more accurate than the average statement of the average American.”
“Now, Katherine,” he said, “do you know what information I have been looking up since I have been in Liverpool?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” she said. “Property?”
“No, not property.”