“Perhaps you wouldn't mind thinking of me as Ginger?'' suggested the young man diffidently.
“Certainly.”
“That's awfully good of you.”
“Not at all.”
Jules stirred in his sleep and grunted. No other sound came to disturb the stillness of the night.
“You were going to tell me about yourself?” said Mr. Lancelot (Ginger) Kemp.
“I'm going to tell you all about myself,” said Sally, “not because I think it will interest you...”
“Oh, it will!”
“Not, I say, because I think it will interest you...”
“It will, really.”