“Aw—I say,” he began, lifting his eyeglasses to his nose. “Aw—Miss Lee.”
“Yes, Mr. Bogardus.”
“I say—this is the day we kin start depositin’ our votes, hain’t it?... What?”
“In the Handsomest-Man contest?”
“Er—precisely. Y’understand—aw—have no interest myself. Not the least.” This was Lord Pauncefote at his best. “Buy m’ friends. What? Cheerio! Eh?”
“Of course, Mr. Bogardus.”
“Er—say, who else has got any votes in?”
“Nobody, as yet.”
“Satisfactory, very. Yes, yes.... Lance Bangs hain’t entered yit?”
“Not yet.”