“Not Kit?” said he.
“If you knew Kit you wouldn’t ask such a silly question,” she answered.
“Well, why shouldn’t I know Kit? He seems an attractive person.”
“O! Kit’s attractive.”
“I see, I see. Pardon my stupidity.”
“What do you see?”
“Kit’s a—hem!—friend of yours.”
“Indeed, Kit is—the best, a’hem, friend of mine that ever hemmed a hem.”
“What! a woman?”
“Either that or a tailor.”