"Exactly; and some of them perhaps will have more than twenty pounds handy. Some will buzz better than that."
"Of course I didn't mean that for anything more than just a little compliment to begin with."
"Oh, ah; just a little compliment for beginning. And when will it be making a progress and going on?"
"Making a progress!"
"Yes; when will the compliment become a little bigger? Twenty pounds! Oh! it's just for a few gloves, you know; nothing more."
"Nothing more than that, of course," said poor Archie.
"Well; when will the compliment grow bigger? Let me see. Julie has seven thousands of pounds, what you call, per annum. And have you seen that beautiful park? Oh! And if you can make her to look at the moon with her hair down,—oh! When will that compliment grow bigger? Twenty pounds! I am ashamed, you know."
"When will you see her, Madame Gordeloup?"
"See her! I see her every day, always. I will be there to-day, and to-morrow, and the next day."
"You might say a word then at once,—this afternoon."