I need hardly say the passage was deserted when I opened the door. I went downstairs, took up the Scotsman and found Sir William writing in the hall. He was grumpy and restless and at last, putting down his pen, he came up to me and said, in his broad Scotch accent:
"Margy, will you go round the garden with me?"
"MARGY": "Yes, if we can sit down alone and have a good talk."
SIR WILLIAM (delighted): "What about the summerhouse?"
"MARGY": "All right, I'll run up and put on my hat and meet you here."
When we got to the summer-house he said:
"Margy, my daughter Amy's in love with a pauper."
"MARGY": "What does that matter?"
SIR WILLIAM: "He's not at all clever."
"MARGY": "How do you know?"