"A fellow of my age, with an ordinary share of brains, to go on dreaming
and mooning over such sentimental nonsense!" cried Chris, half aloud.
"He'd better shoot at me. If he does, hang me if I wait. I'll coax her
into coming right away.
"By Jove! I'll try to-night. I wonder whether Mary would help me if
she knew?"
Volume Two, Chapter VI.