"By your face or by your 'ead."
"Do tell me," she pleaded.
"'Ead or face?"
"Try the head," she said, as she sought to free herself from her lover's entangling embrace. But Mr Webb would not let her go; he grasped her firmly by the waist, and, despite her entreaties, would not relax his hold. Mr Napper made as if he would approach Miss Jennings, but was restrained by Miss Meakin, who stamped angrily on his corns, and, when he danced with pain, stared menacingly at him. When he recovered, Miss Jennings begged him to tell her character by her face.
Mr Napper, looking out of the corner of one eye at Miss Meakin, stared attentively at Miss Jennings, who was now fully conscious of the attention she was attracting. Mr Webb waited in suspense, with his eye on Mr Napper's face.
"You're very fond of draughts," said the latter presently.
"Right!" cried Miss Jennings, as she smiled triumph antly at her lover.
"But I shouldn't say you was much good at 'huffing,'" he continued.
"Right again!" smiled the delighted Miss Jennings.
"I should say your 'eart governed your 'ead," came next.