"I dare say. So have some other folks."
"I have had it for a long while. I came here because I heard she was coming. I have lost my heart to her, Mrs. Marx."
"Ah!—What are you going to do about it? or what can I do about it?
Lost hearts can't be picked up under every bush."
"I want you to tell me what I shall do."
"What hinders your making up your own mind?"
"It is made up!—long ago."
"Then act upon it. What hinders you? I don't see what I have got to do with that."
"Mrs. Marx, do you think she would have me if I asked her? As a friend, won't you tell me?"
"I don't see why I should,—if I knew,—which I don't. I don't see how it would be a friend's part. Why should I tell you, supposin' I could? She's the only person that knows anything about it."
Tom pulled his moustache right and left in a worried manner.