“My friend Lovibond,” answered Davy.
“Lovibond!” cried Nelly.
“The same,” groaned Davy.
“Mr. Lovibond!” cried Nelly again.
“Aw—keep it up, ma’am; keep it up!” said Davy. “And, manewhile, if you plaze, who is the woman?”
“My friend Jenny Crow,” said Nelly.
Then there was another pause.
“And did she tell you that I had agreed to meet her?” said Davy.
“She did,” said Nelly. “And did he tell you that I had appointed to meet him?”
“Yes, did he,” said Davy. “At eight o’clock, did she say?”