Verty returned the careless glance with one which seemed to indicate that he was not very well pleased.
"How?" he said.
"I maintain that you are wearing my clothes, by Jove! Come, let us fight it out;—or no! I've got an engagement, my dear fellow, and we must put it off. Fanny is waiting for me, and would be dying with disappointment if I didn't come."
With which the young fellow touched his horse, and commenced humming a song.
"Fanny?" said Verty, with a sad smile, "what! up at old Scowley's?"
"The very place! Why, you have caught the very form of words by which
I am myself accustomed to speak of that respectable matron."
"I know Miss Fanny."
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"Stop!" said the young man, laughing with his easy nonchalance; "tell me if we are rivals."