"One knight should be enough for any one, even the fairest ladye in the land," he says.
"True; but what is to be for her who has none?" asks she, pathos in her eyes, but a smile upon her lips.
"She must be a very perverse maiden who has that story to tell," returns he; and then, seeing she has turned her face away from him, he goes on quietly,—
"You know every one here, of course."
"Indeed, no. The very names of most are unknown to me. Tell me about them, if you will."
"About that girl over there, for instance?" pointing to a dingy-looking girl in the distance, whose face is as like a button as it well can be, and whose general appearance may be expressed by the word "unclean."
"That is Miss Luker," says Kelly. "Filthy Lucre is, I believe, the name she usually goes by, on account of her obvious unpalatableness (my own word, you will notice), and her overwhelming affection for coin small and great."
"She looks very untidy," says Monica.
"She does, indeed. She is, too, an inveterate chatterbox. She might give any fellow odds and beat him; I don't believe myself there is so much as one comma in her composition."
"Poor girl! What an exertion it must be to her!"