“I ought to be,” said my travelling acquaintance.
“Is she young?”
“Yes—about nineteen.”
“And pretty?”
“Beautiful, I think.”
Now I really began to imagine I was deeply in love. This unknown songstress had created strange sensations in me. I had some thoughts of asking an introduction; but my acquaintance was almost too slight with my new friend. After a moment’s thought, I observed—
“I should like to know her.”
“Would you? I shall introduce you, sir, with pleasure,” was the generous reply.
“In fact,” I whispered, drawing my quondam acquaintance aside, “to tell you the truth, I am very much in love with her!”
“The devil you are!” cried he, with a hearty laugh.