“What do you mean?”
“Ask him if he wouldn’t like the ’orse put in the dogcart to run over to Tilborough.”
“What for?”
“To see the race, my gal.”
“What!”
“Our old mare La Sylphide’s going to run.”
“Our old mare indeed! Go to the race! Why, there’d be a regular eruption.”
“So there would; but I do wish the guv’nor would risk it this once.”
“He’d better! So that was the reason you come here, was it?”
“Well, partly, Jenny. You see, I thought I might get a minute with you alone.”