“What have you seen?”
“O, nothing; I’ve heard, I mean!”
“What have you heard?”
“The name of a pretty man, with brass studs and a copper ring and a tin watch-chain, a little mixed up with your own. That’s all.”
“That’s a very unkind picture of Mr. Shiner, for that’s who you mean! The studs are gold, as you know, and it’s a real silver chain; the ring I can’t conscientiously defend, and he only wore it once.”
“He might have worn it a hundred times without showing it half so much.”
“Well, he’s nothing to me,” she serenely observed.
“Not any more than I am?”
“Now, Mr. Dewy,” said Fancy severely, “certainly he isn’t any more to me than you are!”
“Not so much?”