"What is his name?"
"I cannot tell."
"Where did you see him?"
"In Sloane Street, riding on horseback, and followed by a large dog."
"What a simpleton you are," observed Amy.
"I never made myself so ridiculous about any man yet," I observed, "as you have done about that frightful, pale, William Ponsonby."
"Oh, he is indeed a most adorable heavenly creature," rejoined Amy, turning up her eyes in a fit of heroics.
"Good gracious! how can people be so blind," exclaimed I. "Why he has not a single point of beauty about him."
"And what," I continued, "have you done with Palmella?"
"Oh!" replied Amy, in some little confusion, "I have never seen him since."