Miss Spelw. Indeed, I believe none of them were lost upon me; but my poor little praise must seem so worthless and ignorant!
Spurr. (indulgently). Oh, I wouldn't say that. I find some ladies very knowing about these things. I'm having a picture done of her.
Miss Spelw. Are you really? How delightful! As a frontispiece?
Spurr. Eh? Oh no—full length, and sideways—so as to show her legs, you know.
Miss Spelw. Her legs? Oh, of course—with "her roseal toes cramped." I thought that such a wonderful touch!
Spurr. They're not more cramped than they ought to be; she never turned them in, you know!
Miss Spelw. (mystified). I didn't mean that. And now tell me—if it's not an indiscreet question—when do you expect there'll be another edition?
Spurr. (to himself). Another addition! She's cadging for a pup now! (Aloud.) Oh—er—really—couldn't say.
Miss Spelw. I'm sure the first must be disposed of by this time. I shall look out for the next so eagerly!
Spurr. (to himself). Time I "off"ed it. (Aloud.) Afraid I can't say anything definite—and, excuse me leaving you, but I think Lady Culverin is looking my way.