"I never saw the lady before so she can't be mine you see," sang Florrie, who seemed to be in high spirits.
"I'm busy," said Telford, "and I must ask you to go. You've made a mistake."
"Is your name Roger Telford, or is it not?"
"I am Mr. Telford, yes."
"Oh! well, Mr. Telford, I'm Florrie. Never heard o' Florrie before, I suppose. Look here Roj., none of your swank. You ain't been keepin' me for two years to give me the bird like this. You thought you'd done me, didn't you, writing that letter and saying all was over."
"I tell you," said Telford with some asperity, "that I do not know you."
"Oh, Roger boy, Roger boy," said Florrie, wagging her finger at him. "Aint you the blooming limit?" She placed her hands upon her lips, threw her body back and regarded him with good-humoured aggressiveness.
"I tell you I've never seen you before. If you refuse to go I shall have you removed."
Telford's anger was rising.
"Oh! you're stickin' it on that lay, are you? All right, I'm your bird. Never seen me before, haven't you? I suppose you don't remember happening to meet me in "The Pocock Arms" two years ago last March do you? You don't happen to remember seeing me home. You don't happen to remember taking a flat for me. You don't happen to remember giving me money and jewels. You don't happen to remember getting tired of me? And I suppose you don't happen to remember writing a letter and saying that it was all over and that you would give me fifty pounds to be off and all the furniture. Do you happen to remember any of those things, Mister Telford?"