"I believe you cared for me the first time we ever met."
"Why, what makes you think so?" she demanded.
"Because you kept looking at me steadily. Every time I glanced in your
direction your gaze was riveted upon me."
The girl laughed in glee.
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"Oh, but it wasn't because I had fallen in love with you. I was
thinking what a pity it was there was no one near and dear to you who
could tell you what wretched taste you had in neckties."
George was more subdued after that.
And I noticed that his necktie was in most excellent taste.
Right across the aisle two ladies were condoling with each other over
the respective short-comings of their husbands.
I wondered if that sort of thing was common, and how John's ears would
tingle during business hours if he could only know how his little
faults were being held up to ridicule by the partner of his bosom.
They did haul those poor fellows over the coals good and hard, which I
thought bad taste, considering that it was only through the liberality
of the same that these ladies were now off on a month's pleasure trip.