“Not till I’ve had something definite,” said I.
“You’ve got it,” said she.
“Oh, dear no,” said I. “You say nothing under a county cricketer. Well, as I’m certain to be a county cricketer, your reply’s inadequate.”
“I like the certain,” said Grace. “I should go ‘Abundance’ on the certain.”
“The certain’s assumed for the sake of argument,” said I.
“Dimmy, will you let me pass—please!”
“Will you give me some hope?” said I.
“Let me pass first,” said Grace, “then we’ll talk about it.”
“You don’t come over me like that,” said I. “Must have something definite. If I made myself into a county man, would you give me a show?”
“Oh, anything, anything,” said Grace, “so long as you’ll let me pass!”