Or felt soft woman’s sigh!”
Pin. Beautiful!
Miss Sky. Eh?
Pin. Oh, nothing. Dear me, I am quite alone with her—I wish I could say something confounded clever. I’ll be hanged if I don’t try. Hem! (Quickly.) How are you to-day, miss?
Miss Sky. (Imitating him.) Very well! how are you?
Pin. Very well, all but a slight pain in my side.
Miss Sky. Indeed!
Pin. Yes. I’ll be hanged if I can say another word. What can I talk about? What do people talk about? I have worn out the weather, and she has no particular relations to ask about. There is her grandmother, to be sure—I see no harm in asking after her. One must say something, miss?
Miss Sky. (R.) Yes.