"Any other girl would be fond of me."
"Ah—any other girl would."
"Then why aren't you?"
"Oh, you'll pass in a crowd."
"Dash it, I'm frightfully in love with you," vowed Terence.
"What's the good of spoiling a fine day by being silly?"
"Damn it, nobody else but me would stick your rudeness."
And Terence would sulk, and Jenny would hum, and the jaunting car would go jaunting on.
On the last night of the pantomime Mr. O'Meagh called for her as usual, and, as they drove off, said:
"Look here, Miss Jenny, you're coming back to my rooms with me to-night."