Savile said that didn't matter with foreigners.
"It is a pity," Dolly murmured, with a sigh, "that it can't be true!"
"Yes—isn't it?" said Savile.
"After all," said Dolly, "you're not exactly engaged to the other girl."
"How do you know?"
"Oh, I'm sure you're not."
"As a matter of fact I'm not."
"But you think she might marry you when you're grown up?"
Savile smiled. "Before there'll be a chance of marrying her, I shall be dead of old age."
"When shall you see her again?"