“Oh, I’ll forgive you the debt,” said Kate, laughing.
“No, dear, I’ll not take advantage of your generosity, but pay you to the uttermost farthing.”
“Ah, hold! that is all, now—a thousand times more than I gave you!”
Suddenly the happy lover darted out of the room, and presently returned, saying, “See, Kate! a portrait of you, from memory.”
“Ah, indeed!” said Kate. “But, Harry, you have made my dark hair quite an auburn, and it has only the slightest golden hue when the sunlight falls upon it.”
“Well,” he replied, “to my eyes, there was always sunlight playing around you.”
“Ah, thank you; but again, these eyes are dark blue, and mine are gray, or by complaisance, hazel.”
“A very natural mistake, dearest,” said Harry, with an arch smile, “I saw heaven in your eyes, and so came to paint them blue.”