"What one's that?"
"Well, it's numbered rather funnily, with Roman and Arabic numerals, and it starts off with a thing that hasn't got any numbers at all:
"Truth, poor girl, was nobody's daughter;
She took off her clothes and jumped into the water."
"Frivolous old wretch!" said Miss Marryat.
"Friv—here, gimme that!" cried Lord Peter. "Look here, I say, Miss Marryat, you oughtn't to have overlooked this."
"I thought it just belonged to that other square."
"Not it. It's different. I believe it's our thing. Listen:
"Your expectation to be rich
Here will reach its highest pitch.