"Why? It's safe and allowable for men of my age to love little girls."
"I'm different from other little girls. You said so yourself. Besides what is your age?"
"Twenty-nine."
"You look about nineteen. Our Chauffeulier looks older than you do."
"Chauffeulier? Oh, I see, that's your name for Terry. It's rather smart."
"I call it a title, not a name," said I. "I thought he ought to have one, so I dubbed him that."
"He ought to be complimented."
"I mean him to be."
"Come now, tell me what name you've invented for me, Miss
Beechy."