"My Lily must not call me that again. English wives do not speak so to their husbands. 'Mr. John!' how odd it would sound!"
"I think it has a very pleasant sound—Mis-ter John."
"No, dearest, you must call me, as my father used—Jack."
"Shack? Oh, that is so short, so little of a name for a great, tall Effendi like you!"
"But I love it best, Shushan. And I will love it, oh, so much better! when I hear it from your lips."
"Now I will say it—Shack."
"Not 'Shack'—Jack, like John, which you say quite right."
"I will say that quite right too. Don't you think we ought to ride on, Shack?"
"Not 'Shack'—those naughty lips of yours, Shushan, must pay me a fine when they miscall me so."
He exacted the fine promptly, saying, "I have the right, you know."