There is one remark—it has proved a key
Already to one long chat,
Of course—I'll start it, for even she
Must answer awhile to that.
But horror! my agonised fingers curl,
Did I say it to her? I think
It must have been to that other girl
In the delicate shrimp-sauce pink.
Shall I chance it again! I must! I will!
With a stammer I've half begun—