LADY AMARANTHE.
Hum—a—a—pray, Mr. Dick—
DICK.
Folks just call me plain Dick, my lady. I'm a poor honest cobbler, and no mister.
LADY AMARANTHE—(pettishly.)
Well, sir, it is of no consequence. You live in the small house over the way, I think?
DICK.
Yes, ma'am, my lady, I does; I rents the attics.
LADY AMARANTHE.