“But Florimel is not a real Brownie. He’s only been taken into the band. Just look at them now!”
The Sailor cocked his eye to where Florimel was bending over Titania, with his head very close to hers.
“Shiver my timbers!” he cried. “They do look orange-blossomy!”
Noting the impression Queen Titania was making upon Prince Florimel, Dame Drusilda determined to exercise her arts upon the immaculate little Dude, with whom she was very much taken.
“I hear,” she remarked to the Student, “that he is connected with the best families.”
“Yes,” he replied, rather enviously, “he sometimes is by telephone.”
But as soon as she could do so she joined the group in which the Dude held forth vivaciously, and when opportunity presented itself contrived to say:
“Ah, sir, in your pretty ways you remind me of the gallants of old times!”
“You must be able to remember quite far back,” he said, as he looked at her through his monocle.