Campbell: "Yes, and she looks tired of waiting. If I know anything of
that woman's character, Roberts, she thinks she's been trifled with,
and she's not going to stay to be made a fool of any longer."

Roberts, getting to his feet: "Do you think so? What makes you think
so? Would you go and speak to her?"

Campbell: "I don't know. She seems to be looking this way. Perhaps she
thinks she recognizes _you_, as she never saw you before."

Roberts: "There can't be any harm in asking her? She does seem to be
looking this way."

Campbell: "Pretty blackly, too. I guess she's lost faith in you. It
wouldn't be any use to speak to her now, Roberts."

Roberts: "I don't know. I'm afraid I'd better. I must. How would you
introduce the matter, Willis?"

Campbell: "Oh, I wouldn't undertake to say! I must leave that entirely
to you."

Roberts: "Do you think I'd better go at it boldly, and ask her if
she's the one; or--or--approach it more gradually?"

Campbell: "With a few remarks about the weather, or the last novel, or
a little society gossip? Oh, decidedly."

Roberts: "Oh, come, now, Willis! What would you advise? You must see
it's very embarrassing."