“Madam, we are in the street.”
“Sir, I'm aware of that. Pray proceed.”
“Will you not have the goodness to permit us to enter?” said Sir Norman, inclined to feel offended. “How can you tell us what we wish to know, here?”
“That is my secret,” said the sweet voice. “Probably Sir Norman Kingsley wishes to know something of the fair lady I showed him some time ago?”
“Madam, you've guessed it. It is for that purpose I have sought you now.”
“Then you have seen her already?”
“I have.”
“And love her?”
“With all my heart!”
“A rapid flame,” said the musical voice, in a tone that had just a thought of sarcasm; “for one of whose very existence you did not dream two hours ago.”