"Well—he's what I call a handsome man."
"Oh." He paused. "Would you love me more if I were as handsome as Mr. Robinson?"
"No. Not a bit more. I couldn't. I'd love you just the same if you were as ugly as poor Uncle. There, what more do you want?"
"What, indeed? Rose, how much have you seen of Mr. Robinson?"
"How much? Well—I see him every time I go into his shop. And every Sunday evening when I go to church. And sometimes he comes and has supper with us. 'E plays and 'e sings beautiful."
"The devil he does! Well, did he ever take you anywhere?"
"Once—he took me to Madame Tussaws; and once to the Colonial Exhibition; and once——"
"You minx. That'll do. Has he ever given you anything?"
"He gave me Joey."
"I always knew there was something wrong about that dog."