“It’s a pity, sir, if I’m not the woman———” stammered Nelly.
“Hope I don’t interrupt any terterta-tie,” continued Davy.
“I trust you won’t allow me——” began Nelly.
And then, having launched these shafts of impotent irony in vain, they came to a stand with an uneasy feeling that something unlooked for was amiss.
“What d’ye mane, ma’am?” said Davy.
“What do you mean, sir?” said Nelly.
“I mane, that you’re here to meet with a man,” said Davy.
“I!” cried Nelly. “I? Did you say that I was here to meet——”
“Don’t go to deny it, ma’am,” said Davy.
“I do deny it,” said Nelly. “And what’s more, sir, I know why you are here. You are here to meet with a woman.”