"I saw the rose" and he smiled a wonderfully agreeable, undragonlike smile, which put him back to thirty-two "but I was looking out for a very different sort of er young lady." "Why?" I asked, losing my presence of mind. "I well, really, I don't know why," said he. "And I was looking for a very different sort of man," I retorted, feeling idiotically schoolgirlish, and sillier every minute.