“Oh, I won’t tell any one; I won’t even let Maggie know that I know it was he.”
“It doesn’t matter about Maggie, she will tell you herself, no doubt; she doesn’t mind your knowing. What do you think of him? Isn’t he nice-looking?”
“I confess I should never have thought of calling him handsome—would you? And do you think he is quite a gentleman?”
“He seems to me to be all right.”
“All right, yes, but isn’t there a something? You can see he is in trade—all the trading people look alike, at least so I think.”
“But we are in trade, and I think he is quite as good as we are. But you seem quite put out. Would you like to take his place? I didn’t know you were in love with Maggie.”
“I don’t know that I am in love with her. I like her very much; but, love or no love, I don’t think it is righ
