"Sounds queer, doesn't it ?" "That's her _reel_ name ?" cried Polly.
"Indeed it is, Miss Sparkes," replied Greenacre.

"But let me remind you--if it is not impertinent--that beauty and grace can very well afford to dispense with titles.

I think, Gammon, you and I know a case in point." Polly tossed her head and shuffled her feet, well pleased with the men's laughter.
"And if it comes to that," Greenacre pursued, "I don't mind saying, Gammon, that I suspect you to be a confoundedly lucky and enviable dog.
May I congratulate him, Miss Sparkes ?" "Oh, you can if you like, Mr .-- I forget your name." "I do so then, Gammon.

I congratulate you, and I envy you.

Heigh-ho! I'm a lonely bachelor myself, Miss Sparkes--no, hang it, Miss Polly.
You may well look pityingly at me." "I'm sure I don't, Mr .-- I can't remember your name," answered Polly with a delighted giggle.
"See here, Greenacre," Gammon interposed genially, "Miss Sparkes and I will have to talk this over.