"Why, what's the bother?" Tom asked sulkily. "If you mean about the girl, I kissed her, and what's the harm? I'm not the first that's stolen a kiss."
"Oh, Tom!"
"And I sha'n't be the last."
"Nor the last that'll get his face smacked!" Sir Hervey retorted grimly.
Tom winced. "She has told you that, has she?" he muttered.
"No," Sir Hervey answered. "Your cheek told me."
Tom winced again. "Well, we're quits then," he said sullenly. "She needn't have come Polly Peachuming here!"
Sophia could contain herself no longer. "Oh, Tom, you don't know what you have done," she cried impetuously. "You don't indeed. You thought she was my maid. You took her for my woman that night we were out, you know--and she let you think it."
"Well?"
"But she is not."