`Heisagoodman，MrHuntingdon。IwishIcouldsayhalfasmuchforyou。’
`Oh，Iforgot，youareasaint，too。Icraveyourpardon，dearest——butdon’tcallmeMrHuntingdon，mynameisArthur。’
`I’llcallyounothing——forI’llhavenothingatalltodowithyou，ifyoutalkinthatwayanymore。Ifyoureallymeantodeceivemyauntasyousay，youareverywicked；andifnot，youareverywrongtojestonsuchasubject。’
`Istandcorrected，’saidhe，concludinghislaughwithasorrowfulsigh。`Now，’resumedhe，afteramomentarypause，`letustalkaboutsomethingelse。Andcomenearertome，Helen，andtakemyarm；andthenI’llletyoualone。Ican’tbequietwhileIseeyouwalkingthere。’
Icomplied；butsaidwemustsoonreturntothehouse。