“Your friend is from the country; is he not?” said the lady.
“Yes: he’s the celebrated ‘young man from the country,’ about whom you have heard so much.”
“I thought so. Going to stop long in London, sir?”
“Not very long,” said Peace, eyeing the questioner.
“Have you got a sweetheart here?”
“Where?”
“In London.”
“I haven’t been here more than two or three days.”
“Then perhaps you want one. Shall I be your sweetheart?”
“You are a deal too pretty, my dear. This is a lovely girl, isn’t she,” said our hero, chucking her under the chin, and turning towards his friend.