“I trust I am too chivalrous to answer that question.”
“You are quite dry.”
“Thank you. I deserve the rebuke, all right.”
“Oh, I mean you haven't been in the river.
“Not since morning. Am I walking too fast for you?”
“Not at all. One could n't ask to be put off more considerately.”
“By Jove,” he said involuntarily, his admiration getting the better of him.
“I beg your pardon,” with slightly elevated eyebrows.
“Do you know, you 're not at all what I imagined you'd be.”
“Oh? And I fancy I'm not at all whom you imagined me to be.”