“Perverse! I do not understand you.”
“Well, now, just look here. I want you to give more attention to me. Don’t you see?” cried his lordship, glaring at her through his eyeglass.
She smiled, and replaced the pot containing the cactus in its original position.
“There,” she ejaculated, “will that satisfy you? I am all attention.”
“Oh, Miss Lovejoyce, you are a charming cweature,” said he, taking her jewelled hand within his own.
“I am afraid you are a flatterer.”
“Oh, so Lady Marvlynn said half an hour or so ago, but you are both mistaken, I am no such thing. If there is one thing, I plume myself upon more than another, it is my sincerity.”
“That is a quality which, to say the truth is rare, my lord, and therefore cannot be too highly prized.”
“You think so?”
“Most certainly, I do.”