“I dare say it is. What if it should turn out that it was you, after all! Were you ever in love?”
“Indeed, yes! I loved a pretty girl with dark-brown hair and large gray eyes; and would have married her but for a very trivial little circumstance—she wouldn’t have me.”
“I suppose she didn’t like black hair and a black beard.”
“Well, we didn’t marry, anyway.”
“Suppose, sir knight, you entertain me with a history of your love scrape?”
“I will, on condition that you will follow suit with your little episode, when I am through with mine.”
“All right—I’ll do it.”
“Mine is a short story, but very affecting—and, if you have tears, prepare to shed them now.”
“Well, hold on then till I get out my handkerchief. Here it is now—go on.”
“I was in the city of Jackson, Mississippi, once, attending the Legislature, of which I was a member.”