I know it isn't very nice of me to say so, when it's my fizz you've been drinking; but it isn't really mine, it's Dicky Pilkington's--at least he paid for it." But Rickets did not hear her.

His soul, soaring on wings of champagne, was borne far away from Dicky Pilkington.
"Know" (chanted Rickets) "that the Love which is my Lord most high, He changeth not with seasons and with days, His feet are shod with light in all his ways.
And when he followeth none have power to fly.
"He chooseth whom he will, and draweth nigh.
To them alone whom he himself doth raise Unto his perfect service and his praise; Of such Love's lowliest minister am I." "If you'd asked me," said Poppy, "I should have said he had a pretty good opinion of himself.

What do you say, Dicky ?" "Sweet!" sang the canary in one pure, penetrating note, the voice of Innocence itself.
"Isn't he rakish ?" But Poppy got no answer from the sonneteer.

He had wheeled round from her, carried away in the triumph and rapture of the sestette.

His steps marked the beat of the iambics, he turned on his heel at the end of every line.