--I forget your name."
"I do so then, Gammon. I congratulate you, and I envy you. Heigh-ho!
I'm a lonely bachelor myself, Miss Sparkes--no, hang it, Miss
Polly. You may well look pityingly at me."
"I'm sure I don't, Mr.--I can't remember your name," answered Polly
with a delighted giggle.
"See here, Greenacre," Gammon interposed genially, "Miss Sparkes and
I will have to talk this over. Mind you, I give no promise. I found
out for myself who Mr. Clover was, and I hold myself free to do what
I think fit. You quite understand?"
Greenacre nodded absently. Then he cleared his throat.
"I quite understand, my dear boy. I should like just to remind you
that there's really nothing to be gained, one way or the other, by
interfering with Lord Polperro before he has made his plans. The
ladies would in no way be benefited, and it's very certain no one
else would be. No doubt you'll bear that in mind."
"Of course I shall. You may take it from me, Greenacre, that I'm
tolerably wide awake. Can I still address you at the Bilboes?"
"You can," was the grave and dignified reply.
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