"Like to-night, for instance?" I said, taking her hand and drawing her through the low window on to the piazza.
"Yes," she replied, "and instead of that—"
Well, instead of that?" I repeated, seeing she paused.
"Instead of that, it was in that old parlor of ours. I have never had a nice time since we took it two weeks ago, odious green place! I detest green furniture; it is so unbecoming," she said pathetically.
"And who is the happy dog—I mean gentleman'—Eva? I may call you Eva, just for this evening yet, mayn't I?"
"I don't care if—if—Oh my! what a name! Charley, did you ever hear such a dreadful name as David?"
"What! old Todd? It isn't old Todd?" I asked, laughing.
"It is very unkind of you to laugh when you know I must marry him."
"I won't laugh," I said, putting her arm in mine and walking down the verandah. "Come, sit on this sofa and tell me all about it."