spirit of feminine coquetry possessed me; I withdrew my hand abruptly.
"Don't!" I said, rather pettishly.
There was an embarrassing pause; at least it must have been embarrassing for him. I can only think that I was out of my mind that night. "I suppose when I get back to England," I went on quickly, "that I shall have to set to work and write my impressions of America. Dear me! how extensive they are. Their range is so wide, reaching from this hotel to Central Park, and from Central Park to this hotel. You shall do the editing for me, if you will, and I shall begin as soon as we reach London. Do you consent, Arthur?"
"I cannot think yet of returning to London," he said, almost inaudibly. "I—I—do not want to think of it."
"But you must," I remarked, fanning myself with the newspaper which I had taken from him and folded into a convenient shape. "I am sure neither of us intend to become naturalized Americans, so I don’t see why we should remain
