As she went down the beach several earnest enquirers stopped her to ask what the grand duke had said to her and what she had said to the grand duke.

They wore the air of being very deeply impressed by the occurrence.
Pollyooly gratified their curiosity.

Four of them said that they would have been so confused by being suddenly hurried into the presence of royalty that, not knowing whether they were standing on their heads or their heels, they would not have found a word to say.
Pollyooly said quite truly that she had not suffered from any such confusion.

She did not add, as with no less truthfulness she might have done, that what had induced a slight access of confusion in her had been the sudden and unexpected possession of eleven golden sovereigns.

But she had a feeling, somewhat obscure, that such a happening should not confuse a red Deeping; therefore she did not say anything about it.
She and the Lump were still at tea when the Honourable John Ruffin returned from his golf and joined them.