"
He was only half joking. Excitement tingled in him--the kind of
excitement which might lead either to rage or caresses. He swayed
now on one foot, now on the other, as if preparing for a dance, and
his fists were clenched upon his hips.
"You mean to say that's his _reel_ name?" cried Polly, she, too,
quivering and reddening.
"I do. Now mind, Polly; mind what you say, my girl! I won't stand it
a second time."
"Don't go on like a ijiot!" exclaimed the girl, starting up from her
chair. "Of course I'll believe it if you tell me you're not kidding.
And you mean to say he's a lord?"
"See for yourself."
"And his name ain't Clover at all? Then what's my, awnt's name?"
Why, Lady Polperro, of course! And Minnie is--well, I don't exactly
know--Lady Minnie Polperro, I suppose. And you--no, I don't think it
gives you a title; but, you see, you are the niece of Lord Polperro.
Think of that, Polly; you've got a lord for your uncle--a peer of
the realm!
He came nearer and nearer as he spoke, his eyes distended with wild
merriment, his arms swinging.
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