“Oh, I don’t go in for elegance, Jenny; it ain’t my way; but as for that flam, it ain’t true.”
“You dare to tell me that, when the whole place is ringing with it, sir!” she cried, angrily.
“The whole place rings with the noise when that muddle-headed lot got pulling the bells in changes. But it’s only sound.”
“Don’t, pray don’t try to be witty, Claud Wilton; you only fail.”
“All right; go on.”
“Do you dare to tell me that you did not elope with your cousin the other night?”
“Say slope, little one; elope is so old-fashioned.”
“And I suppose you’ve married her for the sake of her money.”
“Do you?” he said, sulkily; “then you suppose jolly well wrong. It’s all a lie.”
“Then you haven’t married her?”