She was from Boston, and he was not.
He had spent a harrowing evening discussing authors of whom he knew
nothing, and their books, of which he knew less.
Presently the maiden asked archly: "Of course, you've read 'Romeo and
Juliet?'"
He floundered helplessly for a moment and then, having a brilliant
thought, blurted out, happily:
"I've--I've read Romeo!"