He, catching her in his arms and kissing her: “Oh, yes—here!”
She, pulling a little away from him, and laughing: “Oh, oh! I only wanted one signature! Twenty autographs are too many, unless you’ll let me trade them off, as the collectors do.”
He: “No; keep them all! I couldn’t think of letting any one else have them. One more!”
She: “No; it’s quite enough!”
She frees herself, and retires beyond the table. “This unexpected affection”—
He: “Is it unexpected—seriously?”
She: “What do you mean?”
He: “Oh, nothing!”
She: “Yes, tell me!”
He: “I hoped—I thought—perhaps—that you might have been prepared for some such demonstration on my part.”