“Why, I thought you said you were not going?”
“There you mistake seriously. I merely said that I had not been invited.”
“Then, of course,” said I, “Webber, you can’t think of going, in any case, on my account.”
“My very dear friend, I go entirely upon my own. I not only shall go, but I intend to have most particular notice and attention paid me. I shall be prime favourite with Sir George—kiss Lucy—”
“Come, come! this is too strong.”
“What do you bet I don’t? There, now, I’ll give you a pony a-piece, I do. Do you say done?”
“That you kiss Miss Dashwood, and are not kicked downstairs for your pains; are those the terms of your wager?” inquired Power.
“With all my heart. That I kiss Miss Dashwood, and am not kicked downstairs for my pains.”
“Then I say, done!”