"In foreign parts. My grandfather—was Portuguese."
"Have you no pet name—at home?"
"They call me 'Dom'—when we are by ourselves."
"Er—may I call you 'Dom'—when we are by ourselves?" As he spoke Captain Fielder hitched himself an inch nearer and assumed his most insinuating expression.
"This seat is intended for two," she remarked, giving him a little tap with her parasol. "If you want the whole of it, please say so. As to calling me 'Dom,'—we shall never be by ourselves again——"
"Pray why not? Don't you like me?" he asked pathetically.
"Because," ignoring the second question, "I am not in society."
"Then I am sorry for society. Why do you call yourself an outsider?"
"We are—only the sugar people!"
"Er-r, now I understand my sensations, the instant I saw you; you looked too sweet for words!"