"Yes. Well now, who is she? That's the next question."
"Her name is Margaretta Riston, and she is now living with an old aunt in Sycamore street."
"Are you acquainted?"
"Intimately."
"Then be kind enough to introduce me forthwith. I must make a conquest of some rich heiress soon, or I shall have to run away, or petition for the benefit of the Insolvent Law."
"To-night, if you choose."
"Very well—let it be to-night. There is no time to be lost."
"Suppose she won't accept you?"
"She must. I'm as good-looking a fellow as you'll find in a dozen; and I flatter myself that I have a smooth tongue in my head."
"Well, success to you, I say! But look here, Smith: if you succeed, I shall expect a premium."