'Your Lordship is very good to say so,' replied she, casting down her sparkling eyes and curtseying again.
'What is that round your neck, Silvia?'
'That is the half of a brass farthing, please your Lordship, that I and my lover split between us this afternoon.'
'I thought it was the half of a spade guinea.'
'I'd be glad to exchange it for that,' said Silvia, looking up, with a smile.
'Would you exchange your lover at the same time?'
'If the other was a handsome man,' said she, with a coquettish glance. 'But won't your Lordship come in? It's past five, I'm sure.'
'I will follow you,' said he. And they went in.
'Will your Lordship take my hand?' she said. 'The passage is very dark and winding.' She put her hand in his as she spoke.
'Why is there no light here?' he asked.