"'She who meditates is lost,'" quoted the poet. "Ah, Bessie darlin', look around at me. Won't you, Bessie? Do, there's a dear."
"I am not to be fooled by your blarneying tongue, Mr. Moore. I, too, am Irish."
"You don't behave like it," said he.
"You do not regulate my behavior, sir."
"I wish I did," remarked Moore. "I could improve it a good deal without much effort."
"You need not trouble."
"Oh, no trouble at all, I assure you."
"Your assurance is the best part of you, Mr. Moore."
"I could n't say what part of you is the best, dearest," he answered in a soothing tone, that only made the girl more angry. "Collectively you outclass any colleen in the Kingdom. Now will you look around at me?"
"No."