“Yes, I'm here, I suppose you're delighted: You'd heard I was not coming down! Why I've been here a week!—‘ rather early’ — I know, but it's horrid in town
A Boston? Most certainly, thank you. This music is perfectly sweet; Of course I like dancing in summer; It's warm, but I do n't mind the heat.
The clumsy thing! Oh! how he hurt me! I really can n't dance any more — Let's walk — see, they're forming a Lancers; These square dances are such a bore.
My cloak — oh! I really do n't need it — Well, carry it,— so, in the folds — I hate it, but Ma made me bring it; She's frightened to death about colds.
This is rather cooler than dancing. They're lovely piazzas up here; Those lanterns look sweet in the bushes, It's lucky the night is so clear.
I am rather tired — in this corner?— Very well, if you like — I do n't care — But you'll have to sit on the railing — You see there is only one chair.
‘ So long since you've seen me’ — oh, ages!— Let's see, why it's ten days ago — ‘ Seems years’ — oh! of course — do n't look spooney — It is n't becoming, you know.
How bright the stars seem to-night, do n't they? What was it you said about eyes? How sweet!— why you must be a poet — One never can tell till he tries.
Why can n't you be sensible, Harry! I do n't like men's arms on my chair. Be still! if you do n't stop this nonsense I'll get up and leave you;— so there!
Oh! please do n't — I do n't want to hear it — A boy like you talking of love. ‘ My answer!’ — Well, sir, you shall have it — Just wait till I get off my glove.
See that?— Well, you need n't look tragic, It's only a solitaire ring,— Of course I am‘ proud of it’ — very — It's rather an elegant thing.
Engaged!— yes — why, did n't you know it? I thought the news must have reached here — Why, the wedding will be in October — The‘ happy man’ — Charley Leclear.
Now do n't blame me — I tried to stop you — But you would go on like a goose; I'm sorry it happened — forget it — Do n't think of it — do n't — what's the use?
There's somebody coming — do n't look so — Get up on the railing again — Ca n't you seem as if nothing had happened? I never saw such geese as men!
Ah, Charley, you've found me! A galop? The‘ Bahn frei?’ Yes; take my bouquet — And my fan, if you will — now I'm ready — You'll excuse me, of course, Mr. Gray.”
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