Campbell: "Well, you wouldn't give me any hint."
Mrs. Somers: "How can I believe you care for me if you are false in this?"
Campbell: "It seems to me that my falsehood is another proof of my affection."
Mrs. Somers: "Very well, then; you can wait till I know my mind."
Campbell: "I'd rather know your heart. But I'll wait." After a pause: "Why do you carry a fan on a day like this? I ask, to make general conversation."
Mrs. Somers, spreading the fan in her lap, and looking at it curiously: "I don't know." After a moment: "Oh yes; for the same reason that I shall have ice-cream after dinner to-day."
Campbell: "That's no reason at all." After a moment: "Are you going to have ice-cream to-day after dinner?"
Mrs. Somers: "I might. If I had company."
Campbell: "Oh, I couldn't stay after hinting. I'm too proud for that." He pulls his chair nearer and joins her in examining the fan in her lap. "What is so very strange about your fan?"
Mrs. Somers: "Nothing. I was just seeing how a fan looked that was the subject of gratuitous criticism."